City of Rott
Desperately losing his mind while searching for a new pair of shoes, an old man and his trusty Walker wander the City of Rott, saturated with thousands of rotting zombies, driven to feed the blood-hungry worms residing in their skulls.
Desperately losing his mind while searching for a new pair of shoes, an old man and his trusty Walker wander the City of Rott, saturated with thousands of rotting zombies, driven to feed the blood-hungry worms residing in their skulls. . You can read more in Google, Youtube, Wiki
City of Rott torrent reviews
(nl) wrote: A moving and thought provoking teen movie. With almost no budget, two guys were able to pull off this incredibly intriguing story. I don't want to give anything away but it does end abruptly but it only adds to how shocking it is.
(us) wrote: Cereal box puzzles are more interesting.
(es) wrote: Good to see this movie explore hetero/gay/lesbian 'awkward' moments after sex. Some bits are funny too.
(de) wrote: Light and sweet and made with love, just like my sister's mango mousse. I found this film entertaining and rewarding. Zacc is a well drawn character and solidly acted. Although the characters around him tend to be somewhat cliched, I didn't find this off putting, as it allows the story to skim lightly over areas that would otherwise be too complex and heavy, given the plot and the long timeline of the story.
(ru) wrote: This was just a horrible movie.
(gb) wrote: It's a Christmas classic and tradition that I watch this every year. It's got great, quotable writing. It won't be for everyone. It's one of the last great slapstick movies too. Tim Curry is a terrific addition. The New York setting is a nice change of pace, but I think I prefer Kevin being at home.
(es) wrote: Had potential to be better. It was OK. Not that cute and charming and romantic as you'd think...
(ca) wrote: Two misfits decide to go on a trip to Alaska to find something better. I guess I am a sucker for this type of feel-good film
(ru) wrote: Felt more like a quick portrait of Scorsese's parents at a particular point in their lives (ie. the second Marty turned on the camera to the second he turned it off) more so than a portrait of the Italian-American experience
(mx) wrote: Witness: EX-STARS WHO DIDN'T SAVE THEIR MONEY! Seriously, the only thing more glarringly bright than the psychedelic fashions is the shame radiating from the uttery wasted tallend in this film. To think that Goucho Marx closed his carear with this tripe. Like most zany, allegedly "hip" comedies of the era, Skidoo is oppressively unfunny and embarassing (not to mention so unhip that it hurts). 60s fanatics (like myself) will no doubt get a kick out of the reasonably accurate representation of hippie fashion, though the characters wearing them are just as stupid as in any other hippie-exploitation film. Harry Nilsson's music is reasonably good to, though it ironically turns sour right as the film suddenly transforms into a musical for it's final ten minutes. The only genuinely funny moments, ironically, are the very begining and end. The collection of TV commercials that open the film are ten times funnier than everything that follows it, and Nilsson singing the ENTIRE credits is a witty idea that belongs in a much better film. Even bad movie fanatics may have a hard time sitting through this one. Heck, I can't imagine ANYONE having an easy time sitting through Carol Channing belting out a flower power anthem.
(mx) wrote: Enjoyable, surprisingly sharply written B-movie with great performances and surprisingly effective special effects for the most part. A quite enjoyable way to pass a couple of hours...
(mx) wrote: Groucho is the incoming president of Huxley College who is advised by "son" Zeppo that having a winning football team will turn his school's fortunes around. He attempts to recruit two ringers at the local speakeasy (this is 1932) but instead recruits Chico and Harpo (natch). Hilarity and musical interludes ensue. However, to my mind, the chaos seems more controlled here than in, say, Duck Soup, or more accurately McLeod chooses to fade out on the action rather than let it progress to its illogical conclusion. In fact, the bits are consistently relevant to the plot. Nevertheless, an hour spent with the Marx Brothers is an hour free from cares.