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Can’t say much for the Total Recall remake, including but not limited to its merits nor the very need thereof, but of all the things to bring back:

In high school I thought it was deliciously subversive to sport a sweatshirt with all twenty letters of this prostitute‘s name ironed on; too many in fact, that it took two rows in Britannic Bold, if I remember correctly. (The Black Zaphod Beeblebrox jersey in a smaller-sized Cooper Black did fit on a single line. Jersey, heh.)