Anything with Benedict Cumberbatch in it usually flies. This time though it's bashed right into the windscreen. That's The Fifth Estate for you, a gigantic turkey making only $6m at the box office.
Not that Ben's bothered - he'll be off doing other things. Not so Julian Assange, the weirdo albino boxed up at the Ecuadorian Embassy. He's like the uncle who came for Christmas who's still there at Easter, eating everything and offering nothing but his tedious maunderings.
The US has taken pity on the Embassy and put the word out they're not that interested any more. Let the Swedish courts try the time-waster, after all, their charges of sex crimes makes a few bits banged on the web look like small potatoes. To the rest of us, that is.
Julian could grow old and grey in his diplomatic prison. He can't even go out and buy his own socks. Unless he's already dyed his hair, put on a big scarf and slipped out the back without anybody noticing. Or caring, that much, really.
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