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Entertainment Weekly - November 21st, 1997

Watching Cusack is like watching a young dad waiting in a maternity ward. He paces across the foyer, twirls bottles of spring water in his hands, darts his eyes. He bounds up Armstrong House's cascading staircase, finds a flat space, grabs his legs, and rolls back on his spine like a rocking chair. (Kevin Spacey, "How much caffeine did you consume today?" John Cusack, "Not enough, not enough.")

"I'd say there's maybe two or three filmmakers alive right now who have the level of control over their work that Clint (Eastwood) does," says Cusack. "There's Clint, there's Woody Allen, there's Stanley Kubrick-there's only a few who can really say, 'This is my movie. This is how long I'm gonna shoot it, and this is who I want.' It's really an honor to be able to work that way."