Pontypool
9/10
Canadian film is an interesting beast. Some of the worst stuff I've ever seen has been Canadian, but also some of the very best. Certainly as of late, it's becoming increasingly more nuanced, high quality and daring. And when it comes to dramas with interesting characters, you're in good hands with Bruce McDonald.
The movie is ostensibly about a viral outbreak that affects a small Ontario town, as experienced from the perspective of the local radio DJ and his producers. Through news wires, call-ins and eye witness accounts, we slowly learn the nature of the deadly virus that is turning friends, neighbours and loved ones into mindless viral attack cells. What's actually spreading the infection is the central mystery.
Pontypool is a real small town about an hour and a half from where I live. It's in the middle of the Kawartha Lakes, a beautiful and picturesque parcel of central Canada, just outside of Peterborough. Whenever a movie is set in an area I recognize or have been to, I tend to be leery of its quality and worry it'll try to be too Canadiana. Well, this movie could be set on the moon because you never leave its main location. You could call it a gimmick, but I call it an exercise in engineering tension and scares.
That single location and the movie's absolute refusal to stray away from it are part of what I love about this movie. It could be a stage play in many ways, but what sells the world is the excellent sound design work by Steve Munro and music by Claude Foisy. So much of the horror is left up to you to imagine as you listen to the events play out.
Stephen McHattie as radio DJ Grant Mazzie steals the show, but his chemistry with Lisa Houle, who plays his producer Sydney, is also very good.
This is what I want from a horror story. Good characters, good acting, cool premise and well done execution. It shouldn't be about the scares; it should be about the people experiencing the horror that unfolds around them.
I kind of want to watch it again, now.