June 22nd, 1990, was the highlight of Gary’s life, and yes, his friends do think that’s pretty sad, since he was only 17 or so at the time. But that was the night that he and his friends attempted to finish the Golden Mile — a massive pub crawl through their hometown of Newton Haven, featuring a pint at each of twelve pubs. I’m not sure they were old enough to be drinking, but no one objects, at least, and they make it through nine of the twelve before finally giving up because most of them have passed out cold.
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.
Is anyone else vaguely surprised that I’m reviewing this? I am. I never thought I’d even type that particular phrase. But a friend of mine living in England (Hi, JP!) who therefore saw this movie some time ago said that I should give it a try, and I did, and here we are. And I actually really liked it.
Now, I’m a geek. I know this and admit it freely. Among other signs of geekdom, I own comic books and Magic cards, roleplay every Saturday, and understand every in-joke in Galaxy Quest.