Sitting in the back of the restaurant at New York's über-chic Royalton Hotel in an orange polo shirt and khakis, Oliver Stone looks out of place among the bed-headed hipsters otherwise casing the joint (unless, perhaps, he's instigating his own, retro-Yale fashion trend). Given that the perfectionist director, who has made revised director's cuts of nearly all his feature films, just put the finishing touches on his... More >>>