Jakob Salvati
Pepper Flynt Busbee/Little Boy
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Highly enriched uranium. Filling weight. 64 kg. Blast yield. 15 kilotons of TNT (63 TJ) Little Boy was the name of the type of atomic bomb used in the bombing of the Japanese city of Hiroshima on 6 August 1945 during World War II , making it the first nuclear weapon used in warfare.
- United States
- Los Alamos Laboratory
- 1945–1947
- Nuclear weapon
Apr 24, 2015 · With Jakob Salvati, Emily Watson, David Henrie, Michael Rapaport. An eight-year-old boy is willing to do whatever it takes to end World War II so he can bring his father home. The story reveals the indescribable love a father has for his little boy and the love a son has for his father.
- (24K)
- Drama, History, War
- Alejandro Monteverde
- 2015-04-24
Aug 6, 2020 · Two American atomic bombs ended World War II in August 1945, and the devastation will be forever remembered. In an instant when the first bomb was dropped, tens of thousands of residents of Hiroshima, Japan were killed by “Little Boy,” the code name for the first atomic bomb used in warfare in world history.
Little Pepper Busbee (Jakob Salvati) enjoys an idyllic life in an American small town, but his world is shattered when his beloved father (Michael Rapaport) is sent off to fight in World War II. But a chance encounter with a stage magician (Ben Chaplin) awakens his dormant abilities and clues him into the power of faith.
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Little Boy is a 2015 World War II war - drama film directed by Alejandro Gómez Monteverde. The screenplay is by Monteverde and Pepe Portillo, and the film was produced by Eduardo Verástegui and Leo Severino, and edited by Joan Sobel and Fernando Villena. The film stars Jakob Salvati, Emily Watson, David Henrie, Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, Michael ...
Apr 24, 2015 · “Little Boy” takes place around the time of Pearl Harbor in the fictional, coastal California town of O’Hare. “Just like you see in postcards,” we’re told, as if we couldn’t recognize its idyllic quaintness for ourselves. The nostalgia is spread thick here like sugary mounds of frosting.
