No, I’m not going to draw any parallels to Fukushima because there are none. And no, there are no Chernobyl kids with a dozen eyes or giant legs, but this film is so charged with symbolism and sadness that it needs its own titanic concrete sarcophagus.
In fact, it’s just amazing even without the message. The best five minutes I’ve spent today – besides playing Sword & Sworcery. [Chernokids—Thanks Marian!]