I watched Contagion today, in the course of my researches, as I have now figured out how to stop my computer from going to sleep when I am trying to watch a movie via Chromecast. This did however mean that I couldn't finish making my dress as blah blah power outlets blah blah my flat is insufficient blah.
It was sold to me as "reasonably scientifically accurate" and "bleak", two things I am determined to live my life by. As an added bonus, both Gwyneth Paltrow and an annoying cute kid die pretty early on and Jude Law plays a massive irritating arsehole and Lawrence Fishburne is in it being reassuring and knowledgeable, in what I imagine is probably similar to his role in CSI. Less angrily wrong than Jack Crawford, less infuriatingly know-it-all than Morpheous. Let us pretend his fine work as a Health, Crime, And Science actor was never sullied by some Jesus Sci Fi.
In terms of scientific accuracy: it was mostly stuff I already knew, but was not wrong enough to make me angry. It was nice to see what I assume were Racal suits in action so I could get an idea of what they look like, it was nice to get a mental image of the process I saw described in the recent books, and it was nice to see selfish retard homeopaths pointed out as causing a lot of problems and generally being irresponsible money-grubbers.
But it really wasn't bleak enough. It tried, bless it, it really tried. It killed a shittonne of named characters. But it just didn't bleak as hard as I wanted it to bleak.
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