Yesterday, I escaped from the summer heat into an airconditioned warren in a nearby suburb, its carpeted passages lined with chambers in which people clutched totemically decorated buckets of Coke and tried to link their senses to those of exotic alter egos with the aid of pairs of black-rimmed glasses. My aim was to find out what counts as a quintessential science-fiction blockbuster at the end o
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