Start this story where it ends: on a drizzly night in Los Angeles, Neve Campbell's car is running out of gas. You've been at a coffee bar with the rising young actress, and afterward she takes you for a spin in her dark-green Porsche and then offers to drive you to your hotel. The needle on the gas meter is on the running-on-fumes side of EMPTY, and there's even an exclamation mark shining crimson on the dashboard. But Campbell, preternaturally polite, continues blithe small talk. "Is that band the Cult still together?" she asks. You confess that when it comes to...
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