Pontypool was, for the most, pretty decent I thought. It’s essentially a zombie film but the ‘hook’ is that it’s mostly set in a small community’s Talk Radio station; so we only find out about what’s happening in the outside world as it filters through to the 3 people working in the studio. Unfortunately it all falls apart in the 3rd act with the introduction (almost literally from nowhere) of new characters and a semi-interesting idea about language spreading the infection which unfortunately the writers couldn’t fully exploit. After the credits there was some completely unrelated scene where 2 of the main characters were sat in some bar somewhere and it’s all done in that Sin City style. It was odd. Fair dos though, for the first 2 sections it really was quite effective.
The Men Who Stares At Goats jettisoned some of the darker bits of Jon Ronson’s book to create a breezy knockabout comedy. I love George Clooney when he does these kinds of roles, and it’s always worth seeing Jeff Bridges slip back into Dude-ism. It was good fun, but not really essential viewing.
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