Stepping into Dean Devlin ’s sun-filled, second-floor office in the West Hollywood headquarters of his company Electric Entertainment on an afternoon in mid-September, the first thing that grabs the attention of a visitor is the friendly, energetic presence of the writer/producer/director/mini-mogul himself — smiling, bespectacled and still-boyish at 63. But then one’s eyes are quickly drawn to a large painting by Richard Sheldon hanging on the back wall over a small couch, next to framed 8-by-10s of Devlin posing with Presidents Clinton and Obama and a photo of a letter from an MCA Universal executive confirming that his father, the late writer-producer Don Devlin, discovered Steven Spielberg (“I always thought he was lying about that,” he says).

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