Cripes! It looks like the Australian government is trying to cover up a bonzer story! Grab your camera and your torch and let’s head down into some dank tunnels to investigate…and die… That is the premise behind this latest offering to the found footage genre by Australian filmmaker Carlos Ledesma. Found footage? Straight to DVD? Now I know what you are all thinking but stop it right now, as this is actually quite a good film. The acting is strong and the locations are brilliant. Is it groundbreaking cinema? No. But hey, two out of three ain’t bad.
In 1986, one of the reactors at the Soviet nuclear power station near Chernobyl failed, resulting in the worst nuclear disaster of all time. In 2012, a director so phenomenally irrelevant he doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page made a film which not only trivialised the Chernobyl catastrophe but also had the gall to be trite, poorly made and awe-inspiringly boring. By the end of Chernobyl Diaries you will be begging for the sweet, scabby embrace of a radioactive mutant Ukrainian. And it’s not often we say that.