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Date: 2010

Director: Steven Soderbergh

Starring: 2010 Marion Cotillard, Matt Damon, Laurence Fishburne, Jude Law, Gwyneth Paltrow, Kate Winslet, Elliott Gould


he early 1990s saw a slew of nonfiction about contagious diseases, including “The Hot Zone” and “The Coming Plague,” the first a riveting biography of the Ebola virus, the second an ominous warning about the growth of rampant viral strains. Both transmitted a lethal urgency that Swine Flu and Avian Flu hinted at but thankfully never delivered on. Judging from this nasty little sneeze of a movie, director Steven Soderbergh was paying attention, except that it took him 20 years (plus 9/11) to come up with a palatable Hollywood thriller.

Stripped to fear-centric basics, “Contagion” follows in the vein of earlier nuclear disaster cousins. Businesswoman Beth Emhoff (Gwyneth Paltrow), returning home to Minneapolis from China via Hong Kong, becomes violently ill and dies suddenly. Her young son follows hours later. Husband Mitch (Matt Damon), apparently immune the abominable, is shocked into disbelief. Soderbergh’s unsettled intro comes several days into the contagion, allowing him to introduce and assemble his ensemble protagonists, including two dogged investigators (Marion Cotillard and Kate Winslet), a Centers for Disease Control top gun (Laurence Fishburne), a scam blogger (Jude Law), and a lucid researcher (the sympathetic and quietly compelling Jennifer Ehle).

The first-rate early narrative focuses on the detective work necessary to find what Beth contracted and where (blame bats and pigs), located Patient 0, and determine how the virus spreads, using Beth’s movements as clues. Soderbergh has a knack for portraying confusion and mass panic, particularly when no vaccine is immediately available and the only defense is “social distancing,” eventually enforced by the military. He hits every available hot-button topic — blog “truth,” official coverups, Wall Street complicity, family favoritism, adultery, and the grotesque extremes of bureaucratic mundanity (“To report a death or to request the removal of a body, press 1.”). He also points an Ichabod Crane finger at China, whose public hygiene standards have been repeatedly criticized by the World Health Organization. All this is filtered delivered courtesy of throbbing soundtrack that gives worry a pulse.

The story withers and dies when all that’s left is the dissemination of the vaccine, forcing Soderbergh to quickly tie up his (too) many subplots. It’s an unsatisfactory denouement to a movie whose premise is “the plague will be televised.” Consider this a prequel for “28 Days Later,” a far more sinister Danny Boyle concoction.

About the Author:

A military brat, Marcia Yarrow was born in Hamburg, Germany but grew up in Germany, Spain, and Provo, Utah. She's been writing for the magazine since its creation in 2004.