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Antiviral (2013)
Syd March is employed at a clinic that sells injections of live viruses harvested from sick celebrities to obsessed fans. When he becomes infected with the disease that kills super sensation Hannah Geist, Syd becomes a target for collectors and rabid fans. He must unravel the mystery surrounding her death before he suffers the same fate.
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Syd March is employed at a clinic that sells injections of live viruses harvested from sick celebrities to obsessed fans. When he becomes infected with the disease that kills super sensation Hannah Geist, Syd becomes a target for collectors and rabid fans. He must unravel the mystery surrounding her death before he suffers the same fate.
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Genre:Science Fiction, Horror
Written By:Brandon Cronenberg
In Theaters:4/12/2013
Box Office:$123,407
Runtime:110 minutes
Studio:Alliance Films, TF1 International, Téléfilm Canada
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