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Man, especially after seeing the Chernobyl museum in Kiev, I am in an awful state of WINCE about this movie.Horror fans are in for a treat with the release this week of “Chernobyl Diaries.”
Faithful to the genre, six young American tourists go on an extreme tour to the Chornobyl fallout zone and the emptied-out city of Pripyat, with its sprawling concrete housing projects and abandoned schools and hospitals. The perky adventure-seekers get stranded and trouble ensues at the hands of radiation-mutated predators.
Fans of exploitation cinema might be happy, but support groups for victims of the world’s worst civilian nuclear disaster are not.
Robert Schuettpelz, the director of Friends of Chernobyl Centers, U.S., a nonprofit that provides financial support to five community centers in Ukraine situated within or near contaminated areas, says the film is upsetting.
“I’ve been working with Chornobyl survivors for the past eight years and after what I’ve seen and after I’ve got to know them, seeing this movie and the trailers, and the information about it, it’s kind of upsetting to see that they decided to make this movie and make light of the real situation in Ukraine, Belarus, and Russia,” Schuettpelz says.
“People are still living with the after-effects of this every day — even 26 years after.”
What do you think? Are you planning on seeing this film?
I tried to resist reflagging this, but I eventually gave in.
(via kaitanderin)
Hipster pictures of the G8 summit from Dmitri Medvedev’s new Instagram account.
Camp David looks super chill.
(H/T: FYRUPolitics)
Медведев has an Instagram account!!!!!!!!!
Imagine walking in the rain and seeing this
the sign says “Repairing of watches and umbrellas”
People in Trees (The Rooks Have Arrived), by Russian photographer Mikola Gnisuk. 1964.
At the poets’ panel,
after an hour of poets debating Ezra Pound,
Abe the Lincoln veteran,
remembering
the Spanish Civil War,
raised his hand and said:
If I knew that
a fascist
was a great poet,
I’d shoot him
anyway.-Martín Espada, from The Trouble Ball
