|  | The Cavalier daily Tuesday, October 12, 1971 |  | 
CINEMA
Micro-Monster Vs. Super Scientists In Germ Warfare
By KEN BARRY
For those students who have 
toiled many a wearisome hour in 
Gilmer Hall, the knowledge that a 
biology laboratory can be a thrilling 
place would have to come as a 
revelation. That it can be perilous 
and terrifying may have been 
intimated through the experience 
of a few slide quizzes, but that is not 
the pervasive impression.
So can you imagine a situation 
in which a pulsating, microscopic, 
funny- colored organism threatens 
the fate of the world? Of course 
you can, but it requires a giant leap 
in context—from the humdrum of 
Gilmer Hall to the eerie, fantastic 
realm of science fiction.
"The Andromeda Strain" brings 
you all this—the thrilling laboratory 
(if those two words can stand 
togetherness) and, somewhere out 
beyond, a trembling world. But the 
really intriguing thing about this 
sci-fi is that the fantastic only 
flickers at the edge-ominous, but 
subordinated to the crackling 
matter-of-factuality that is the 
essence of the scientific manner and 
the key to "Andromeda's" 
believability.
"The Andromeda Strain" is the 
offspring of a widely read novel, so 
perhaps a lengthy plot summary is 
unnecessary. The essentials are 
these: a U.S. space probe falls to 
earth—specifically, a remote Nevada 
town—contaminated by an infection 
that is savagely destructive. When 
we visit, via U.S. helicopter, the 
unfortunate town, we are treated to 
a grisly panorama of men, women, 
and children strewn about in 
unsightly postures of death. 
Close-ups and stills of the corpses 
follow. The sight of dead cats and 
dead kids side by side is not easy to 
take, but the shock effect seems to 
me to be warranted. The later 
scenes full of clinical machines and 
white-frocked, machine-like men 
are effectively prefaced in this way 
by a shivery stare at the victims, the 
pawns in the mad game the 
dispassionate scientists play.
The mission of science now is to 
contain the infection, isolate its 
source, and nullify its power. It 
isn't easy. But obviously it makes 
for some tense drama. 
Everything—germs, scientists, and 
survivors (both of them) are hustled 
down into a cavernous 
super-laboratory that is simply, as a 
tangible phenomenon, one of the 
most remarkable things I have seen 
on a movie screen.
The four "star" scientists 
(Arthur Hill, David Wayne, James 
Olson, and Kate Reid) team up to 
penetrate the mystery and (you 
guessed it) save the world. In the 
ensuing interplay between futuristic 
machines and stubbornly human 
humans, some of the inevitable 
cliches are encountered. But the 
script is certainly better than 
average for a "sci-fi thriller," 
tending to humanize (but not 
melodramaticize) the visual effects 
that are customarily the strong side 
of such flicks.
"The Andromeda Strain" is a 
good film, well-produced and 
well-acted; and it has the 
sophistication to raise (without 
tripping clumsily over) the 
agonizing human issues modern 
science has foisted upon us.
(Now at the Paramount)
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