Television series

Chernobyl

Name: Chernobyl
Genre: Drama, History
Released: 2019
Cast: Jared Harris, Stellan Skarsgård, Jessie Buckley, Emily Watson, Paul Ritter

Chernobyl reconstructs the 1986 nuclear disaster and its cover-up with procedural, unglamorous precision — more slow-burn tragedy than disaster movie. It's about lies compounding until they become catastrophe, and the ordinary people who paid for them. Watch it for the dread that builds scene by scene rather than spectacle, and for grief rendered without sentimentality.

TVMaze rating

8.9

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