The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005)

Far out in the uncharted backwaters in the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy lies an unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly nighty-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

One of these ape descendants named "Douglas (Noël) Adams" wrote a radio drama (eventually turned TV series, then book then film) called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy six years after lying some what drunk in a field in Innsbruck Austria while holding a copy of the Hitch Hiker's Guide to Europe.

Which (pun totally intended) launched him to stardom.

Despite what I just wrote, this is not a comprehensive diatribe of the history of The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, if your obliviously obsessed with The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy then go 100% ahead and watch the film. But I have to say that albeit, not an inherently bad film, it is neither a particularly good one either in my opinion.