There are many universes and many Earths parallel to each other. Worlds where Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy was turned into a series of blockbuster movies, each better than the last. And worlds like ours, where the series crapped the bed after a single bloated, confused outing that was mired in meddling and flaccid compromise, and succeeded only in enraging everybody that it was supposed to pander to. The film in this world is The Golden Compass, and it's rubbish. A bear punches another bear's jaw off in it, and it's still rubbish. That's quite a feat.