While filming his new movie, Animal Rescue, Tom Hardy met a young fan dressed in an adorable Bane costume. After signing autographs and posing for photos, Mr. Hardy pulled the young man aside for a private one on one talk. “Did you even watch the fucking movie?” Hardy asked. The boy nodded enthusiastically and explained that he’d seen it nine times and that he was hoping to receive the Blu Ray Special Edition Superpack DVD for his birthday. “If you were really a fan of Bane, then you would reject this brand of callous and unnecessary consumerism with every fibre of your being,” Hardy snarled. The boy’s smile wavered. “You’re a fan of an anarchic sociopath? In what way? Do you want to shove a nuclear warhead up your own mother’s twat?” The boy looked to his mom for help but she was being chatted up by a member of the sound crew. “How old are you?” The boy said that he was 10 but with the intonation as if it was a question. “You don’t even fucking get it, man.” Tom Hardy couldn’t help but laugh. “How fucking dim do you have to be to not see that what you’re doing right now, your costume, your DVDs, your excitement at meeting a fucking actor — all of it would make Bane vomit blood. What do you know about sadism? What do you know about the desire to give and receive pain? Do you know what the word ‘nihilism’ means?” The boy shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears. “Do you know what a ‘misanthrope’ is?” The boy began to cry. “What kind of political statement are you trying to make with all of this?” Hardy waved his hand in front of the boy’s costume. “The worst part is I get the sense you don’t even think you’re making a political statement with your choices, but if you had actually watched the fucking movie then you would know that we all make political statements with each of our actions, whether we intended to or not. You’re absurd!” Tom Hardy had a few more things to say, although they were all in this same vein and he was starting to feel like he’d made his point and was now just rehashing and rephrasing old arguments, and in any case he was being called back to set for the next shot now that the lighting team had gotten their equipment into place. He slapped the boy on the back and told him it was great to meet him, and then the handsome star hooted to his co-stars and shouted “LET’S MAKE A MOVIE!”