Oliver Stone is a natural born storyteller. Ask the legendary director if he’s been to Vancouver before, and he launches into a tale that involves a damsel in distress, a white knight, and, because this is Oliver Stone, a not entirely happy ending.

“I saved a beautiful young woman many years ago in one of my heroic gestures, in 1978 or 7. I met her in Los Angeles, and she got involved in a strange cult, one of the quasi-scientific, quasi-religious cults. She ended up, according to her, imprisoned in the cult maybe 100 miles from Vancouver. I actually went up there. I got her out. She was completely nuts to begin with, but she was even nuttier after that,” he says with a slight smile and a mild shrug of his brow, in a what-are-you-gonna-do gesture. “We had an interesting relationship.”

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