In the post-apocalyptic future, everything is scarce: fuel, water, food, but most of all actual first names.
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John Hancock, to be precise. But this isn’t about a famed signer of the Declaration of Independence. It’s about a drunken lout who lives in a cluttered, tiny trailer in the middle of the desert, but prefers to sleep on park benches with large bottles of whiskey close at hand. He also happens to have super-powers. But those don’t win him an adoring public, like you might expect. In the first three minutes of the movie, he gets called the same insulting thing three times, which quickly becomes the running joke of the film.
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A long time ago, not in a galaxy far, far away but in a cave on the Isle of Skye, Scotland, someone created a bunch of cave paintings featuring an image of someone pointing up at a pattern of stars in the sky. Or possibly it’s an image of someone juggling very badly. It’s hard to say. This happened 35,000 years ago, according to Noomi Rapace of the last Sherlock Holmes debacle, who here plays Dr. Elizabeth Shaw. This, as she and her cohort in science Dr.
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Once upon a time — because really, how else can you start a review of a fairy tale? — there was a girl named Kristen Stewart who beat out half the up and coming young actresses in Hollywood to play Snow White. She was Bella in Twilight but I tried not to hold that against her. It wasn’t any easier to cast the Huntsman, apparently. Tom Hardy was one of the candidates, and Viggo Mortensen of Lord of the Rings considered it for months before dropping out. Hugh Jackman was asked, but didn’t want it. They even considered — wait for it — Johnny Depp. Ugh.
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