It could have been Damon’s “I didn’t kill my wife!” You know, confused by the confusion, he sets out to uncover what happened to Beth and discovers a cure for the disease along the way, ordinary man cosplaying as hero. But Soderbergh isn’t playing by arcane rules, which is aesthetically comforting and literally, in this moment, here (looks at watch: eight-twenty eight a.m. central standard time), kind of terrifying. When Marion Cotillard’s WHO expert, Dr. Leonora Orantes, is dispatched to trace the virus’s origins, she strides through an airport terminal in long shot with a cocksure smile, a hero shot if there ever was one. Rather than get to the bottom of things, though, she winds up kidnapped and essentially held for ransom until a vaccine is found. As C.D.C. Inspection Officer Erin Mears, meanwhile, Kate Winslet plays the part galled but determined to keep hacking through red tape even as she simultaneously lets out so much air when the character wakes up in a hotel sick and knowing what that means. Erin isn’t sainted, she’s just fucked.
Indeed, this is why as the movie opens on Beth, the tone of her phone conversation implying that she’s having an affair, which will be made explicit later. That doesn’t so much mean she’s punished for her sin when she is subsequently killed off so much as it signals Soderbergh skewering the rigid, prehistoric notion of what defines a movie rooting interest. You only wish he was a little more creative where the predominant villain was concerned. Alan Krumwiede (Jude Law), a blogger, espouses blatant mistrust of the government and peddling a cure that we are not quite sure he believes is the real thing or not or just a means to enhance his brand as everything goes to hell. Though Soderbergh flouts his suspicion of the state by consistently returning to a C.D.C. research scientist (Jennifer Ehle) toiling away for a cure, he never demonstrates how or even if Krumwiede’s disinformation spreads. He’s just eating the sins for all the unseen know-nothings convinced they know everything.
Then again, not connecting Krumwiede to the panicking masses underlines the character’s self-interest which underlines just how little people mean in the grand scheme of “Contagion” anyway, mercilessly left by the wayside. The characters might struggle to contain and understand the virus but its relentless spread makes sense to us because of how deftly Soderbergh toggles from place to place and visually traces its otherwise unseeable line from person to person, just like that [snaps finger], his own narrative presentation proving “as ruthlessly effective as the malady at its cool, cool center,” as Manohla Dargis astutely wrote for The New York Times, cutting to the heart of how Soderbergh does not simply recount the story of a pandemic but embodies its own sense of clinical, swift devastation. There comes a moment when Mitch sits down and cries, which is less notable for the tears themselves then when they happen in the movie – that is, at the end. It happens so fast, he doesn’t know what hit him. I don’t remember what I thought of that scene in 2011; right now, I could relate.
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