Nothing succeeds like excess" goes the famous Hollywood maxim, and nowhere is that more true than offscreen. We're talking about those ego-driven dictators of Panavision dreams who consume truckloads of drugs, frolic with call girls and go millions over budget as carelessly as if they were writing a bad check for groceries. Take Francis Coppola, who drank from Lalique crystal and cavorted with bimbos on the set of Apocalypse Now while his crew suffered from hookworm and rabies. How about Martin Scorsese, who was so wired at Cannes in 1978 that he sent a plane to Paris just to score cocaine?...
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