9th September, 2019.
OK …
I have to confess, I was complaining, this morning.
That there was nothing good on TV.
Well …
There’s possibly plenty.
But nothing that had been grabbing me.
Given I’d had a quiet day?
Doing nothing more than light shopping, cleaning, laundry — oh boy, laundry — and filming for the blog.
Oh …
And sorting out an issue with the benefit office: they want me to go into for a meeting.
Except, of course, the central office has told me it’s at the benefit office around the corner from me …
Which, I was informed last week, was shut last Friday.
Apparently?
The new office is in the town hall …
Where do I go … ?
I think I’ll have to make phone calls …
~≈¥≈~
That, of course … ?
Is sort of beside the point.
I wanted TV …
I wanted TV, tonight …
And think I found an interesting little historical thriller.
~≈¥≈~
Episode 1: 1:23:45 opens two years after the disaster at Chernobyl: introducing us to Valery Legasov (Jared Harris): who, after recording a set of tapes blaming the disaster on named workers at the plant?
Hangs himself.
Two years earlier?
We’re introduced to Vasily Ignatenko (Adam Nagaitis), and his wife, Lyudmilla (Jessie Buckley) …
The latter?
Is watching a fire through her kitchen window: coming from the local power plant.
At the plant?
Anatoly Dyatlov (Paul Ritter) is the man in charge of Reactors Three and Four.
And, despite the evidence — and his staff — telling him the reactor four is burning down?
Is complete dismissive of what’s happening.
What’s he’s ignoring … ?
Is looking serious …
~≈¥≈~
Now … I’ll happily admit to being knackered enough, at the moment, to want to hit the sack.
And to not usually being a fan of historical drama.
Episode one of Chernobyl, with visions of how a government — during my own lifetime — badly failed its people?
With a superb ensemble cast, with a very understated soundtrack?
Is looking like like interesting viewing.
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