I'm partial, as said, to zombie movies, despite the violence they inevitably portray and legitimate.
Carriers is an interesting generic twist. The humanity-destroying virus is there, but it incapacitates and kills. It doesn't set loose the brain-munching hordes.
As a result, the horror in this movie comes not from the people who are sick. It's what the healthy do - to stay alive.
Reminds me of reading The Road, a book that shook me to the core. What do you do to your offspring - in this case, a boy who was about the age of my younger son at my reading - in the name of life?
At the end of the world, where only a fringe of people still exists and is in all likelihood doomed, what pain and suffering is that life worth?
This movie asks also, at what price do you save yourself? "Those are the rules," they say in the movie, but when faced with merciless rules, can you draw the line of compassion at - only yourself? A child always changes the equation, but what is life worth at the absolute limit?
