After the delightfully disgusting opening credits lead to the first gooey lurch in the titular kiddie contamination I remember thinking to myself, "'I wanna catch these Cooties!'" would be an awesome thing to say in my review of Cooties to try and get that blurb on the poster." I think I can be forgiven for that since the first ten minutes of Cooties are so much fun (and I could also be forgiven for being obsessed with Cooties' promotional art-work because its posters have been out-of-this-world entertaining)...
... but forgiven for that enthusiasm I must be, because quicker than a post-Romero running zombie does Cooties devolve into surprisingly generic garbage. I had such high hopes, too -- this is a fun premise with a game cast (I would watch many movies starring the little-people two-some of Elijah Wood and Allison Pill), but once the movie quickly gets to the now typical sub-Shaun run-of-the-mill jokey zombie batting business it's nothing but pedestrian crossing.