College students cluster in the lobby of a Pittsburgh Holiday Inn, taking a break from workshop sessions on how to sell textbooks in the summertime. Only the aberrant lounger among them would admit to not being a moviegoer. The students' age and educational bracket put them squarely in one of Hollywood's most devoted and tuned-in markets. Robert Redford or Jack Nicholson or Al Pacino could not walk through this crowd unrecognized; Brando might provoke understated pandemonium. Suddenly, the hottest actor now at work in films appears in the lobby and passes through. No...
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