
The film starts with soldiers observing a slumbering town named Piedmont, in New Mexico (the look of which I swear was copied from Ansel Adams' "Moonrise in Hernandez, New Mexico" - see pic).

After a couple of these scientists explore Piedmont and find two survivors, the action moves underground, to "Wildfire" - a top-secret facility constructed to investigate extraterrestrial lifeforms under ultimately sanitary conditions. The movie spends about twenty minutes, it seems, on showing how the scientists de-bacterize, including a gross scene when the outer epidermis is basically burned off.
The rest of the film follows the crack team through every minute of their scientific discovery process, showing the microscopes, the animal testing, the titrating, the hypothesizing. Finally, the crack MD figures out what the two survivors (an old Sterno drinker and a constantly crying baby) have in common - blood that's out of kilter, Ph-wise - and discerns the way to kill Andromeda. By that time, though, the disease has mutated to a different, plastic-eating format, and isn't a threat to humans anymore. The scientists thwart Wildfire's attempt at self-destruction by nuclear bomb, and then everything's all right - except, that is, a floating mass of Andromeda off of the coast of Mexico, which the powers that be propose to kill by seeding clouds with alkali rain. Always a solution!
There's a weird, not-too-explored sixties subtext to this film - the crack team is always cracking wise about protestors and radicals, to little effect. I kind of couldn't believe that there was never an outbreak - maybe I'm too conditioned to expect really bad things to happen to the protagonists of my movies. But hey, this was rated G.
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Read this book in junior high and haaaated the ending. Michael Crichton = the Paul Thomas Anderson of books.
I guess that should be the other way around, but you know what I mean... (I just wanted to post a comment).
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