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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.