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Shut up or die.
When disc jockey Grant Mazzy reports to his basement radio station in the Canadian town of Pontypool, he thinks it's just another day at work. But when he hears reports of a virus that turns people into zombies, Mazzy barricades himself in the radio booth and tries to figure out a way to warn his listeners about the virus and its unlikely mode of transmission.
A big thanks to Steve G for recommending this film.
IT FREAKED ME THE FUCK OUT!
Holy hell, I still have goosebumps all over! It's so clever, and just brilliantly terrifying. The only thing keeping it from receiving a full blow five star review, is that the story takes a turn halfway through that made me sigh deeply and force a very one-sided, and very unhappy conversation with my television: "what? Really?.... Oh, what the hell... Why do that? WHY!? Rewrite, re-fucking-write!".
To my relief (and my DvD players survival) it did carry on pretty well after the plot dive, and managed to deliver a pretty good ending after all. I'd recommend this to EVERYONE... everyone... everyone. everyone. everyone...…
”Pontypool .. Pontypool .. PontypoolPontypoolPontypool, Pon-ty-pool. … Now I eat you.
This is my first revisit to Pontypool, although I pass by it several times a month. I usually hunt the dial for radio CLSY, but can never seem to find it. A small shiver always runs down my spine as I pass the exit.
Pontypool is like no other film I’ve seen. It’s not only unique as a horror, but as a film itself. Borrowing more from Orson Wells’s War of the Worlds radio broadcast than its own source novel, Pontypool creates its world and characters with elegant compactness. Within the first few minutes we know all about our lead character, Grant Mizzy, a shock-jock from the big…
I had no idea what this would be about when I started watching it. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be one of the smartest, tightest, most engrossing and original horror films I've seen this year! Canada rules the indie scene!
Pontypool is one of those films that I have nearly watched numerous times - on DVD, on TV and on various internet sites. I don't think anything was putting me off watching it as I purposely stopped myself from knowing anything about it. As it turned out, I don't think knowing the basic plot could have prepared me from what I was about to see.
My global tour of pant-shitters brings me to Canada for the tale of radio presenter Stephen McHattie and his producers Georgina Reilly and Lisa Roule trying to figure out what the hell is going on in the titular town around during a live broadcast.…
Let's make radio.
The film is best be described as a psychological horror. The main characters (and the viewer) experience the "horror" through first and second hand accounts from people calling into the radio station. Never actually seeing what's happening, but hearing descriptions of what's going on. This ends up being surprisingly engrossing and suspenseful.
The entire film in fact takes place inside a small radio station with a staff of three people. On paper this film has everything going against it, but it works because of the exceptional directing by Bruce McDonald. Considering the film takes place in a very small building it's quite amazing how he's able to keep the film visually interesting from beginning to…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The concept of an apocalyptic semiotic zombie virus besieging a radio station is an excellent one and I was on board with this movie (excepting the Lawrence Of Arabia musical number) as long as the scope of the world beyond the semi-cozy confines of the radio station kept expanding with other voices, other events, but when it began to collapse in on itself it kind of got lost in attempting greater weight than what could be supported with the tools at hand. This could very well be your cup of whiskey-infused thermos coffee even if it is not quite mine. Pontypool would have been dynamite as a radio play. PS: I dug the Roland Barthes quote/shoutout.
Love the concept, but the execution wasn't quite there. Still very much enjoy this one.
Com a premissa do rádio e de um ouvinte por trás dele, o desconhecido se arrasta pelo áudio, passando pelo visual até se magnetizar na compreensão. Entender é a chave do medo.
Low budget zombie film with intellectual pretensions. Three employees of a radio station in the small Canadian town of Pontypool wind up stuck at the studio in the aftermath of a snowstorm while the rest of the town turns into cannibal zombies. The cause of the zombie virus here is not aliens or tainted blood, but language itself. In grad school, I would have (no pun intended) eaten this up, but the writer doesn't do a good enough job seeing the strange plot through. Decent acting and almost no gore--which was OK with me, but might disappoint hard-core horror fans.
I don't usually care for horror, but this one really makes it work for me.
Night of the Pretentious Living Dead.
It's creepy and sets up a neat claustrophobic scenario, but then? All this mumbo jumbo about words and how they can cause a viral scrounge and whatnot ... yeah, get the somewhat badly muddled message, but could not wait for this attempt at intellectual zombie movie cease. And that after credits kicker? What the F was that?
La langue d'anglais est mauvais pour tout les personnages dans le film, et par conséquent, probablement, ils meurent.
I will take an A* for my French A-Level now please.
The only way to survive is to resist understanding.
Never understood what anybody found in this film not counting a sound idea, that wasn't exploited at all
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***EDIT (March 30, 2014)***
Wow! I never would have expected that I'd get anywhere close to 100 likes on this…