There’s something about Paul Rudd that cries out, befriend me. Rudd doesn’t always play the boyish nice guy; he can also be a dork, a sarcastic wiseass, a petulant malcontent, or an outright boor. But ...

Golden’s friends, it turned out, were a motley band of misfits, underground outcasts who slummed around the East Village and Lower East Side. Drag queens, drug dealers, wannabe artists, and soon-to-be ...