Steven Spielberg


Steven Spielberg in Brentwood (1/3)

Steven Spielberg has a wee bit of a paranoia problem. Besides keeping a brand new motorcycle parked outside his office in case he needs to make a quick getaway, he has security procedures in place that would make the CIA shake their head. From the New York Post:
In "The Men Who Would Be King," due May 4 from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, former Variety scribe Nicole LaPorte writes of the "Schindler's List" director, "His passion for secrecy sometimes suggests a burgeoning near-paranoia."

Among LaPorte's claims:

* "In Spielberg's office, hanging above his desk, a plexiglass half-moon keeps sound from reverberating so that his phone conversations remain ultra-confidential. When an assistant once asked what the funny thing over Spielberg's desk was, a security guard referred to it as a 'dome of silence.' "

* "Every document that leaves the office -- a script, development report, even a memo -- is coded, so that should it somehow get into the wrong hands . . . the person responsible for the breach can be identified."

* "When Spielberg isn't at [his office], live-cam images are streamed to his home. There are also measures to protect against earthquakes or attacks, as Spielberg believes in being prepared . . . At one point, employees were given survival kits including gas masks and other amenities."
What's Spielberg trying to protect? The scripts to his latest movies? Sorry Steven, but if people really want to know the plots of those films before they were released, all they'd have to do is eat a Chipotle burrito, drop a huge steaming crap on their living room floor, and then light it on fire. There. Now you don't have to buy a ticket to Indiana Jones 5.

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Steven Spielberg has a nice place

Steven Spielberg's house on Malibu Beach

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