I was at one of those 'Encounter Group Weekends' that were big in the 70's...In a big, emptyish room, everyone was taking a break from all the confrontation, encounter-bat battles, etc. Rutger Hauer was leaning against the wall smoking. He was getting into therapy to try and deal with the fact that he was constantly assumed to be an arsonist, and denounced in newspapers, etc. He shrugged wearily and said. 'Maybe I should change my name to Michel de Fidel...'