Take, for example, the longtime reliance of Hollywood on the movie junket. Some years ago, I watched Tom Hanks move from table to table at once of those affairs, answering the same couple of dumb questions literally scores of times. His smile never cracked for a second but, as those things piled up over a lifetime, it must have sucked away a part of his soul. On another occasion, at the peak of the fame of “The Sopranos,” I watched Lorraine Bracco do a series of TV interviews in Florida, answering repeated questions about her own mental health and experience with psychologists, for goodness sake.
