photographed at the four seasons hotel in beverly hills; we waited around for three hours, and were promised a full fifteen minutes with abigail. i looked at the time stamp on my camera’s metadata. the publicists shut us down after six minutes and thirty-six seconds. this was, of course, a full three minutes after they first started demanding we ‘wrap it up’. aside from dramatically slicing down the time we had with her to take pictures, the publicist immediately cut out all the interesting questions from the poor reporter’s list. (my favorite: who would win in a fight between you and dakota fanning? i’d like to bet on abigail, but i fear that dakota might be ruthless and scrappy) what we were left with were softball questions along the lines of what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream? in fact, the publicist-approved questions were so uninteresting that TIME almost killed the story entirely.