My sister sent an email to my mother who forwarded it to me. The small village where I was raised is now the focus of a horror movie.
Shock jock Grant Mazzy has, once again, been kicked-off the Big City airwaves and now the only job he can get is the early morning show at CLSY Radio in the small town Pontypool which broadcasts from the basement of the small town’s only church.
What begins as another boring day of school bus cancellations, due to yet another massive snow storm, quickly turns deadly. Bizarre reports start piling in of people developing strange speech patterns and evoking horrendous acts of violence. But there’s nothing coming in on the news wires. So… is this really happening?
Before long, Grant and the small staff at CLSY find themselves trapped in the radio station as they discover that this insane behavior taking over the town is being caused by a deadly virus being spread through the English language itself.
Do they stay on the air in the hopes of being rescued or, are they in fact providing the virus with its ultimate leap over the airwaves and into the world?
As for the movie’s take on Pontypool? Yes, there is one only church. In fact, there used to only one gas station which I understand burned down a while back, one hall (where they used to hold dances for the teenagers — until they had to call the cops too many times because of rowdiness), a tiny post office and a train station where they used to pile thousands of Christmas trees from the local tree farms to be shipped to Texas. There’s one grocery store (there used to be two) which also houses a Chinese Food take out restaurant. But there’s no radio station – heck the nearest radio station would be 18 miles to the north in Lindsay – CKLY, all country. Oh, and the movie’s idea of snow storms and bus cancellations? Dead on for that area. Same with the ‘strange speech patterns’, LOL.
The only other significant claim to fame I can remember Pontypool having is when it stood in for a small Missouri town in a Wesley Snipes movie years back. So it’s sort of interesting to see it as the title of a horror flick. But to be honest, I’m not rootin’ for the Pontypudlians, I’m rootin’ for the virus.