I know Steven Soderbergh‘s forthcoming virus movie, called Contagion, is going to thrill and enthrall because there’s nothing better than when a idiosyncratic high-integrity helmer goes down the primal popcorn route. Except I really don’t want to see a virus movie about pale-faced people staggering around with their noses bleeding and sores on their cheeks. I don’t want that stuff in my head. To paraphrase Jack Nicholson, “Go sell virus someplace else — we’re all stocked up here.” (The Playlist‘s Rodrigo Perez has the scoop.)