Pontypool

Of all the movies that you have seen, this one has got to be one of the weirdest and most innovative way to make a horror story! Pontypool is 2009 psychological thriller directed by Bruce McDonald and adapted by Tony Burgess from Burgess’ novel Pontypool Changes Everything. It’s also an actual small town/village in Ontario, Canada where the story is set. The movie stars one of my favourite character actors as the lead, Stephen McHattie, Lisa Houle,
Georgina Reilly & Hrant Alianak.

McHattie stars as former shock jock Grant Mazzy now living a semi-retired life in Pontypool and doing a gig as a radio announcer. One early snowny morning he drives his car in the dark and on his way is approached by a woman who rambles back his own words, startling him and disappears back into the darkness. A little taken aback, Grant drives to the radio station and joins his technical assistant Laurel-Ann Drummond and station manager Sydney Briar. They do their usual routine; Grant infuriates Sydney with his attitude & banter and Laure-Ann tries to mediate. They get a report from their weather and traffic helicopter reporter Ken Loney (actually a man on a hill with sound effects mimicking a helicopter) about a possible riot at the office of Doctor Mendez in Pontypool.

Ken describes the chaos and violence of the crowd as well as the carnage and deaths. Later he says he found the son of a well-known resident, who appears to be “infected” and rambling words to himself. Ken’s call is cut by a transmission in French, seemingly from the army, warning listeners to remain indoors, not to use terms of endearment, words and phrases that conflict, or the English language. The town is declared to be under quarantine. Soon the station is under attack from a horde of infected people but they 3 are locked in. However Laurel-Ann seems to have been infected repeating the word “miss” (which has more than one meaning) over and over, then imitates the sound of a boiling kettle, ceaselessly singing its tune. Meanwhile Dr. Mendez has evaded the crowd and entered the station and Grant, Sydney & him lock themselves in the sound booth. He explains to Grant & Sydney that it seems that a virus has found it’s way into the English language,  infecting certain words, and only certain words infect certain people! Once these infected words are said and understood, the virus takes hold of the host.

Laurel-Ann starts to repeatedly bang herself against the sound-booth window and vomits a lot of blood and dies. Ken calls back but he too gets infected by the virus, getting stuck on the word sample. Soon, Dr. Mendez begins to repeat the word “breathe” but immediately begins speaking in languages other than English, which stifles, but not eliminates, the symptoms. Soon the horde break in and start attacking the booth but Grant is able to lure them away by recording himself saying “Sydney Briar is alive” and broadcasting it on a loop over the station’s outdoor loudspeaker. The mob goes outside, allowing Sydney and Grant to leave the booth. They are nearly killed when the recording fails and the mob returns, but Mendez successfully lures them away from the studio, sacrificing himself. A young girl stays behind attacks Sydney and is killed by her & Grant. Feeling guilty, Syndey starts to succumb to the word “kill”. Grant then attempts to “disinfect” Sydney by convincing her that the word “kill” now means “kiss”.

He makes her say “kill is kiss” over and over and watches as the meaning of the word changes in her brain and the symptoms subside. They kiss briefly and then the pair go on the air, spouting a series of non-contradicting and confusing phrases to help their infected listeners. However the army has decided to bomb Pontypool and the town is destroyed. But the quarantine fails and more reports of people getting infected are heard as the movie ends.

Weird little movie & book I must say. However you cannot blame the writer for being unoriginal; this is the strangest & most unique form of a ‘zombie’ like infection being spread. I’d give the movie 7 out of 10!

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How Do You Like Your Eggs?

Scrambled is cool, although I rarely used to be able to make them right. So much so that as a teenager I stopped eating scrambled. I used to make scrambled eggs for my cats and later for my do and mix it with rice. They seemed to like it. At some hotels when you stay in the rooms, for breakfast it seems that they give you eggs scrambled as default. You have to specify if you do not like it that way.

Soft boiled eggs was a common breakfast for me & my sister when we were very young. However someone informed my mother that it wasn’t really the best way to serve them and she stopped giving it to us that way. Soft-boiled eggs are not recommended for people who may be susceptible to salmonella, such as very young children, the elderly, and those with weakened immune systems. I remember liking them though, with some toast or porottas.

Hard boiled eggs are very common here. People eat them for breakfast and/or for evening tea at teas shops. Egg curries or roast in Kerala are curries with hard boiled eggs.  A hard boiled egg is usually added to mutton, chicken or beef biriyanis and is a local favourite. I would say that this is my least favourite style of eggs. It has the least taste & flavour of any type of egg serving. Worse is when you pickle them – yuck!

Egg bhurji – is a dish quite popular in the Indian sub-continent and is a staple in most restaurants here. It’s scrambles eggs with onions, tomatoes, salt, crushed red chilli, green pepper & coriander. In some cases chopped up veggies are also added. These are quite popular in bars – they go well with beer or vodka or brandy.

Bulls-eye aka sunny side up aka fried eggs are quite popular here and is another favourite of mine. I usually add only pepper and salt. Why just a couple of days ago I made one for my nephew at breakfast. Bulls-eyes are favourites of hungry localites who favour the street side “thattukads” in Kerala. I do agree that the street side vendors seem to make fried eggs with a certain flourish all their own. I really like bread and fried eggs or when they serve in an American chopsuey. I have my own recipe for a home-made chopsuey and it’s delicious, if I do say so myself.

My favourite style is however the omelette. I usually cook it with just some chopped onions but the best way is to do it in with chopped onions, chopped tomatoes, green peppers, a little green chilli, mushrooms & cheese if you can get it (I don’t usually buy them). I like them between slices of bread and add some ketchup for relish. Hmmm hmmm. But there is another way too! As the egg mix is added to the heated pan, add some milk to it. I’m telling you the smell that comes out makes you feel even more hungrier than before. Just a little milk mind you. It’s awesome.

And I prefer duck’s eggs to hen. I’m also a fan of quail eggs.

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