Terrific adaptation of the Malleus Maleficarum, gorgeous to boot. Christensen was obviously a huge dork, but with a heart of gold: he cares about all the details of the witch-hunters' manual, but also about all the women (because the vast majority of victims were women) brutalized and murdered because of that manual.
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…
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.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I thought it ruled, first off. I thought it was fun, beautifully shot, entertaining from start to finish. It was densely packed, plot-wise, but I thought it moved things along really well. It seems to me that most of the people who disliked it or were lukewarm (haha! get it?!) to it are turbo-nerds who suck and who don't enjoy anything for itself, but who just want everything explained to them every second and for it to fit their pre-determined…