In which the virus spreads through language,
making this a postmodernist zombie film (well, a more explicitly postmodernist
zombie film than they probably all already are). Trust the Canadians! Indeed,
it’s set in a small
snowed-in town somewhere in Ontario, with the action even more confined by
never leaving the radio station from which Grant Mazzy and his production team
of two continue broadcasting as the reports - and, eventually, inevitably, the
arrival of the infection - grow steadily more alarming (unless you count the
extremely odd after-credits epilogue). Anyhow, it’s plenty likeable, and that was augmented for me once I realised
that the younger of the two others (Laurel-Ann) reminded me quite a lot of
someone I know (SB).
