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?

Now the real Canadian Pontypool is not a town, but a village up on the Oakridge Moraine between Oshawa and Peterborough in central Ontario. It’s one of those ‘blink and you miss it‘ tiny villages as you drive along highway 35, or speed past on the 115 that now bypasses it. When I lived there, it averaged about 250 in population, though it’s probably tripled since that time. If you weren’t at least third generation, you were an outsider. Seriously. And one of my neighbors who was as old as the hills would talk about how his brother had a ‘thorn in his foot’ because he moved away from the homestead. He moved one whole line north. Yup. One mile. And he was accused of ‘wandering’. Oooh.

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.

Hometown made Famous (or Infamous?)
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2 thoughts on “Hometown made Famous (or Infamous?)

  • March 6, 2009 at 1:15 pm

    Ha! I saw the movie poster for this on Tuesday night and thought – what a coincidence after you just telling me about a place called that…
    and wondered if it were one in the same.

  • March 6, 2009 at 1:53 pm

    It’s fitting. LOL!

    You’re the best thing to have come from that town. ((Hugs))

    Just kidding, but it’s such a small town, it seems strange.

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