Pontypool

Film - 2009

8,0

70.8K

Pontypool it's a movie with Stephen McHattie, Lisa Houle, Georgina Reilly, Hrant Alianak, Rick Roberts Full cast. Directed by Bruce McDonald. Original title Pontypool Genres Horror, Mystery, Sci-Fi.

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Roberto Flauto

Poetry is a disease of the brain. (Alfred De Vigny) A young man who had recovered quite well from an attack of schizophrenia received a visit from his mother in hospital. Happy to see her, he impulsively put his arm around her shoulders, at which point she stiffened. He withdrew his arm, and her mother asked him: "Don't you love me anymore?" The boy blushed, and her mother said again: "Dear, you must not be so easily embarrassed and afraid of your feelings." The patient could only stay with his mother for a few more minutes, and after her departure he attacked an attendant and was put in the cold bath.(Bateson, Towards an ecology of the mind) The Word is a virus. It is a lethal disease, it is our only salvation. Sapiens is logos. God creates the world with the word. Sing to me, oh Diva. The word is the most ancient of divinities. The origin of the world, of every world, the world itself. What we live in and what lives in us. Assuming they are distinguishable. Man is the only animal that speaks, and that is why he loves, hates, kills, sings, writes, rapes, dreams, courts the infinite and collects eyeballs. The word infects, infects, sickens, influences, strikes, insinuates itself and takes root, digs, empties, fills, dries up, overflows, lays eggs in the brain which then hatch into sentences that can overturn everything. Upset any balance. Reveal every fiction. Pretend every reality. Decree a new beginning, a new end, yet another, another anchor. Language is a ghost factory. It's poetry, algorithm, elzenveiverplatz. It's who we are. This is who we are. That's how we are. How are we? Like yes, I love. So we are alive. Or are we dead? No, we are alive. We are not alive. No, we're dead. We are gardens, cultivated with lies and disease. We are ports, plowed by ghostly galleons, by crazy mermaids, by seagulls Read all

Mirella Battaglia

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When disc jockey Grant Mazzy reports to his basement radio station in the Canadian town of Pontypool, he thinks it's just another day at work. But when he hears reports of a virus that turns people into zombies, Mazzy barricades himself in the radio booth and tries to figure out a way to warn his listeners about the virus and its unlikely mode of transmission.