Better title: The Talking Dead
I liked the radio concept, hearing the zombie (or whatever they were) attacks described, rather than seeing them. However, when it introduced the language thing, that the virus was spread through English words, the movie totally lost me. That was such an intangible, conceptual plot point, that I didn't see how it worked in the real-world setting of Pontypool (the town and the film). The doctor's performance was laughable, and the final few minutes, where they kiss, and then shout random gibberish words on the air over a dramatic soundtrack had me cringing.
I don't understand the fiercely positive reviews of this film. Some will say I'm ignorant, or that I don't appreciate quality films, but I watched this film twice and found myself dozing off both times.