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Seriously. I love me some post-apocalyptic fiction. Have done since The Day After scared the crap out of me as a child. It's a generational thing with Cold War kids. Douglas Coupland suggests (in Life After God) that nobody makes 1970s disaster movies anymore because "they are all projecting so vividly inside our heads - to be among the last people inhabiting worlds that have vanished, ignited, collapsed and been depopulated."

I digress, because any digression is more interesting than this film. Crammed full of stars portraying committed characters full of self-sacrifice, and yet you don't wind up caring about any of them, whether they die or not. Scary, looting messed-up world, and yet, you don't wind up feeling remotely affected by it.

Something went wrong with this film. It should have been gripping, terrifying, and made you not want to get in a lift with your sneezy co-worker. Instead I just spent a large portion of it googling "Jude Law accent Contagion" to find out just what he was trying to achieve with that. Apparently he was aiming for Australian. He missed the mark.