Man I want to write this review as a poem. It wouldn't take that long to read, which would be appropriate, because there's not much to the movie anyway. It would go something like this:
Dead Rotting Hood some kind of prize
for that name alone
because it's a good and clever name
which the movie is not
(good or clever, that is)
but it does have
what every movie wants
a 20-foot-tall werewolf
to take your hard earned cash
And there you have it. Slap a Skip It rating there at the bottom and call it a day. Rotting Hood comes from The Asylum, notorious purveyors of spoof titles, many of which are previewed before the main attraction unspools. This accomplishes one thing; all the crappy previews for things like Sharknado 3 let you know you're about to watch a crap movie. But, at least The Asylum is getting into making original features, such as this one (I mean, what possible movie could they be spoofing here?) rather than more Transmorphers.
Rotting Hood is a make-work movie for a production house with a certain amount of cash and the obligation to crank out X number of movies a year. Sadly, it lacks the rum-drunk brio of sub-tropical, classic 1960s Roger Corman cheapies made with the same game plan but much more boozy panache. Rotting instead reads like a poverty-row knock-off version of The OC, made for The CW, with a werewolf or two thrown in for good measure.
What's happening is that a little hamlet suffers from an infestation of wolves displaying the uncommon traits of wanting to kill everyone in town. A mysterious hottie shows up dressed kind of like Red Riding Hood. Is she there to kill everyone too? As a werewolf? Or is something ... different ... afoot?
Or, do we much care?
They care, just barely enough
Under no illusions that they need be great
In a movie that's clearly not great
With fuzzy computer images
Of weird dudes dancing 'The Robot'
As they transform into crummy wolves
A bit of nice (CGI) gore crops up once or twice, but it's the only calling card in an action creature-feature that wouldn't be unwelcome if you were happily channel surfing Cable TV late at night, but otherwise barely musters a Skip It rating. And I'm being generous. (Must have been those Robot-dancing werewolves.)