Allow me to acknowledge my man crush; I love Stephen McHattie. There I said it and boy it felt good to let that out. A wee bit of catharsis always feels good. It should also be said that McHattie is a fine actor whose work should be enjoyed by all and sundry. Pontypool is no exception.
Pontypool is actually a small town in south eastern Ontario, Canada so I really have to wonder what the Pontypool chamber of commerce, every little town has one, really felt about a movie like this being set in their little town? Would they be excited about the increased tourism from 3 people to 5 people or would they be afraid that the movie might ruin Pontypool?
Considering a book had already been written using its name the cat was out of the bag. Except books are read by far fewer people than who see movies, even though the book is almost always better than the movie. This I know from personal experience have read the book and seen the movie on a number of films. The book, in this case, was called “Pontypool Changes Everything”. Have I read it: no. Am I about to read it: no.
On to the movie… on his way to work on a cold, snowy morning radio DJ Grant Mazzy, McHattie, has an eerie experience that frightens him and sends a cold shiver down his spine. Mazzy turns out to be an egotistical twit who was hired on to this small town radio after annoying his previous employer ,who we are led to believe was in a bigger market; perhaps Toronto?
Throughout the morning he finds himself being frustrated by his producer who wants him to become someone he’s not. His frustration continues through morning when there come reports from the stations weather helicopter, which turns out to be some guy in a Dodge Dart parked on a hill using sound effects – how often have you wondered just how your local radio station could afford a helicopter when most can’t even afford live DJs 24 hours a day? I’ve heard some weather planes and helicopters are often shared with the local police department; neither could afford to purchase and operate a chopper on their own so they pool resources.
On this particular morning, reports of a riot in the small town of Pontypool come through to the folks in the radio station but it took hours before confirmation could be made. When it was confirmed there was talk the rioters making strange noises and words.
Later strange reports come in from various parts of the mid-Ontario region but still nothing confirmed. Even when talking to the local police things are not cleared up. The 3 people in the radio station are confused as reports come in of naked people with strange eyes pulling people out of a van and eating the poor folks from the van, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Stranger still, are reports that are coming in from a French radio source somewhere.
The French, when translated, warns people to stay indoors and not to use terms of endearment when speaking to others. Lastly the message states it is safer to speak in French only and for greater safety no one should translate that message from French into English.
In the end it was words that caused the problem and words that fixed the problem. I think. The ending was confused and muddled but the actors were trying hard to deliver a script that seemed half finished. They seemed as confused as those of us watching.
McHattie tried, oh did he try. He gave every ounce of every bit of him and even his acting skills could rescue this piece of nonsense.
I’d skip Pontypool if I were you, but then I’m not you am I? I’d even skip visiting the town.
Things I like about Canada:
1) Canadian bacon
2) Hockey
3) It’s easy to find on a map. Try finding Nauru -betcha haven’t even heard of it.