With its use of aggressively cheerful hues that are equal parts Technicolor and Tim Burton Candyland, Fido is a "boy and his dog" movie thrown into a horror movie blender. This is perfectly realized in a jaw-droppingly funny "Timmy's trapped in the well" sequence that almost seems like it could have been made in the 50s had George Romero ever worked on "Lassie."

It's madly funny--a treat for moviegoers who don't mind gnawed-off limbs with their high jinks.

It won't make you bleed, just howl.

It's just a clever, pointed little fable about the price of complacent conformity, slavish worship of the status quo, and trading freedom for the illusion of safety, wrapped in a sugary-sweet, Jordan-almond-colored coating that looks good enough to eat.

It's definitely the most fun you'll have with the undead this week.

Andrew Currie's stylish satire falls into the narrower niche of zombie farce, as pioneered by "Shaun of the Dead ," "Slither," Robert Rodriguez's half of "Grindhouse."

The echoes of Douglas Sirk melodramas and Lassie movies just add to the fun.

Brightly packaged and steadily amusing.

Most consistently funny is a deadpan Henry Czerny as the pipe-smoking, battle-hardened Zomcon head of security.

Director Andrew Currie is better at laughs than scares, but he can't sustain either as Fido runs out of steam in the final stretch. Till then, it's fiendish fun.

Amusing without being particularly biting.