The zombie genre will keep on marching on, oblivious to having all but the most rudimentary nerve functions shot away. So, Canada this time and the signs are ominous with a radio station in a small town in the dead of winter and gradually worsening reports coming in of mayhem somewhere outside.
Here's where the twist comes in: not only do you start to fathom that we're not to be getting the battles with the plastiqued undead, but that the makers are actually trying to put a new spin on necrotic origins: language itself has become the means of infection.
All credit then to McDonald for trying; there's a nice sense of besiegement built up and rather oddly for a long while it works as a documentary on the workings of two-bit radio stations, whilst also playing on the fantasy that English as a language has become terminally diseased. It does of course, having painted itself into a corner with its single-set and single novelty proposition, then hit a dead end and never resolves what it has set out on. There's a baton to be passed on to the next zombie theme milker, nevertheless.
6/10
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