A big, bad flop...
It’s hard to take anything coming from The Asylum seriously when we have a general understanding of their market. With a title like Little Dead Rotting Hood, you can’t expect a serious plot. The most serious aspect of this movie is a police investigation that gives the story a technical angle it just doesn’t need. This movie is basically a lengthy preamble to its third act.
As a rule of thumb, movie-goers tend to avoid flicks with friendly monsters where an ultimate threat comes very late in the plot. The wolves, here, are not scary. At least, they’re not filmed that way. They are glorified dogs. The third act has a nice surprise, and, in fact, is the only good thing about Little Dead Rotting Hood... well, that and a boob shot, twenty minutes in.
Little Dead Rotting Hood does the most annoying thing bad werewolf movies do; it uses wolves to foreshadow lycanthropy, as if wolves actually had anything to do with werewolves. The truth is, this trope is meant to save money and keep us away from a transformation sequence that almost no make-up artist can pull off successfully. This film, sadly, is a dud.