From the moment I first saw Chris Hemsworth, heroically exploding to save the lives of his wife and son and an alien midwife with gigantic Astro Boy eyes in 2009’s Star Trek, I began asking myself a question. The sort of blazing, all-encompassing question that greedily gnaws at your brain until you feed it the answer it seeks. As I watched Hemsworth’s body rocket across the bridge of that spaceship, pinwheeling like a gorgeous mannequin shot out of a cannon with the glorious spiral of a game-winning touchdown pass, the thought that kept repeating in my …