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Everything we know about The Beatles biopics so far

Everything we know about The Beatles biopics so far

When the cast of the forthcoming Sam Mendes-directed quartet of Beatles biopics was announced on 1 April, the image of the four actors clad in black immediately broke the internet to a level where it would have been easy to cry 'April fool'. But far from a prank, Mendes has, indeed, managed to cast the holy quaternity of modern-day Hollywood heartthrobs to portray The Fab Four. Harris Dickinson will play John Lennon; Paul Mescal will trade his surname for McCartney; Joseph Quinn will take on the role of George Harrison, while Barry Keoghan will round out the quartet as Ringo Starr.
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British-Iraqi comic Hasan Al-Habib on growing up in the shadow of Saddam

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