Pontypool

This low-budget picture is a little too claustrophobic, and it grows tedious. The ominous, overbearing musical score tries but fails to jack up the tension.

This cerebral horror movie plays Scrabble with the genre's cinematic lingo.

However shrewdly contrived to keep its budget low, Pontypool, set almost entirely in a basement radio station, is a zombie flick sans bite.

For a while, this claustrophobic little horror movie is a dark little treat.

If you're a devotee of the deranged mind of Canadian indie auteur Bruce McDonald, then I can just tell you that he's made a horror movie (kind of) and that Pontypool is it.

A horror flick that's all talk and (almost) no action? The risk pays off better than you'd think.

Tightly scripted (Tony Burgess) and directed (Bruce McDonald), but Stephen McHattie's Mazzy is the star!

Alarmingly intelligent and deeply disorienting, Pontypool plays as a radically different film upon subsequent viewings, its metaphor-filled dialogue seeming to shift and alter in meaning with every scene.

A winning combination of shuddery suspense and intelligent observations.

As a horror fan, this high-minded Talk Radio of the Living Dead left me as cold as a Pontypool winter.

Its a mighty strange beast, an intellectual B-movie that offers equal parts semiotics and projectile gore.

Laurie Anderson would be proud: language is a virus in [this] zombie(-esque) thriller set almost entirely within the walls of a basement radio station.