Just rented it off the telly. It's weird to be in a room with three people who are often in accord (well, four, but mum doesn't count because she was drunk and fell asleep), and have three totally different opinions of a film.
I, for the record, loved it, but I don't know if that's going to help you out if you're trying to decide whether to watch it.
It's been... well, a very long time... since I was last scared by something. And I was properly panic-filled and tense in a really great way. And it lost me on the premise for about five minutes, but I waited and wanted it to stay good, and the tension sort of pushed away my failure to suspend disbelief, and I *love* linguistics, so in the end I ended up loving it. And I was delighted by the ending, my favourite kind, the one that doesn't shy away. I also especially love the nearly-zero gore, nearly-zero set changes, people-in-a-room format. I love it, because it scares the crap out of me, and I love people.
This is not very coherent, is it? Ah well. Basically, I loved it. In a personal hits-all-the-magic-buttons way. In a "Hmmm, I think I would get on with the author of this" way. And I want to watch it again right now. But everyone else in my house thinks it's lame, and so Anya is a sadface.
Oh, and Daybreakers
: ruthlessly competent
but sooooo... average. Bland. Blah. And the script ruined all tension with its lack of ability to assume imagination in its viewers. Quite the opposite of Pontypool, in fact!