Director Strangelove

Director StrangeloveWe Dine among the rustle of tailored jackets and the sculpted sheen of Cristophe-styled hair. Everyone within complimenting distance of the Paramount commissary is dressed to kill, everyone with the exception of Adrian Lyne, who dresses like a poet on a binge, in a pullover that looks as itchy as a coral reef. He is Lord Byron among the industry guerrillas, and he writes poetry this town loves: the highly profitable kind. Flashdance and Fatal Attraction were runaway hits. The...