On March 11, Preston went to his neighborhood theater, one of the 2,200 where Outbreak was showing. "I'm just sitting here laughing," he says. "It just wasn't scary. You have scabs that look like Gummy Bears. The blood was put on with an eyedropper. In a real (attack of the virus), the men bleed out of their nipples. I would have liked to see Hoffman bleed out of his nipples." Although Preston says he would still like to see Crisis get made, he's not optimistic about the chances, and compares his brief turn in the Hollywood game to "watching people break and enter cars in broad daylight. It just happens and everyone shrugs." Still, the author insists he hasn't come out empty-handed. "I've had so much fun telling the 'Call-me-Arnold' story," Preston says, "it's almost worth it."

Originally posted Mar 24, 1995 Published in issue #267 Mar 24, 1995 Order article reprints
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