Why William Hurt stooped to make this "First on Max" thriller is beyond me. Contrived beyond the breaking point, Contaminated Man has a poor, tonsured, fake-accented Peter Weller (showing off his worst acting ever) on the run through the Old World, the victim of a manmade biohazard that causes anyone who touches him to instantly keel over and die. Natascha McElhone is Hurt's little helper friend, chasing him down. The plot is so forced and farfetched as to be rendered inconceivable -- but, equally inconceivably, it still manages to be fun. Just plug your ears for Weller's cries -- repeated every 8 minutes -- of "My... family!" Groan.
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