Chernobyl

Chernobyl

I hate biopics. The run-of-the-mill, predictable, historical re-enactment: poaching off popular-cultural obsession and tragedy. They can be well-intentioned, thoughtfully crafted and objectively good, but more often than not, I find these sorts of films repugnant and classless. Think, Bohemian Rhapsody, The Danish Girl, and so on. The nearly yearly installment of headline grabbing Oscar bait.

But there are the rare historical films and biopics that don’t feel false, that are not glorifications or attention seeking, that seek only to tell a story: as level-headed, factual, and respectfully as possible. When they work, they work better than any other film.