WELL THAT WAS FUCKING GRIM
Trauma binds people together, when they would be much better apart. Isolation makes people completely fucking insane, as does no difference between day and night. When you "feel held" for the first time--even if it's by a group of inbred Swedish freaks--you're probably going to choose them over whatever you used to know.
Great, grim, gripping stuff. The way it presents how the catastrophe happened, and how it explains the nitty-gritty nuclear physics stuff, is really detailed, historically accurate--and, who'd have thunk it, actually interesting. Jared Harris is terrific, as usual, as Valery Legasov, one of the chief scientific investigators on the Soviet commission convened to manage the disaster; and so is is Stellan Skarsgård, as Boris Shcherbina, deputy chairman of the Council of Ministers and placed in charge of crisis management.
Seeing this movie for the first time when I've already got Stage IV Epstein Brain is quite the fucking experience, let me tell you that. I knew going into it that the orgy scene would just be sex nerd stuff, and about as shocking as the orgy scene in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia; but WHEW, the rest.
On a recent-ish episode of Chapo Trap House, they said that this film is best understood as a bone-dry comedy, and I'd…