
Here's the whole plot... people react to a virus that has spread over a course of a few days. Some people die, some people don't. Some people panic, some people react calmly. And some people stay awake through this movie, and some people leave the theater.
Beth Emhoff (Gwyneth Paltrow) returns home from a business trip in Hong Kong. While in Hong Kong, she catches an illness, which she spreads to her lover during a layover in Chicago, and then to her family in Minneapolis. Within a couple of days, she is dead, her son is dead, but her husband Thomas (Matt Damon) is mysteriously immune to the disease.
But that isn't the whole story. There are subplots within the movie, like Alan Krumwiede's (Jude Law) crusade to find the truth behind a supposed government cover-up of the disease. Dr. Leonora Orantes (Marion Cotillard) is trying to combat the disease in Malaysia. Drs. Ellis Cheever (Laurence Fishburne) and Erin Mears (Kate Winslet) are trying to work through the Atlanta Center for Disease Control to find a cure.
But none of this matters, because... and I'll go ahead and spoil it for you right now... although they do find a cure by the end of the movie, it will be over a year before the cure is available to everyone. Millions of people die, and there is no real resolution to the movie. There is no sense of fear, no race to find a cure is depicted in the movie, and the big reveal at the end is how the disease began. By that time, we don't care.
There is no sense of urgency in this 115 minute movie, and you find yourself checking your watch several times in two hours. I'll give this one some hand sanitizer and a box of Kleenex. Avoid this one like the plague.