It happened sometime around 1994. Kevin Costner, superstar. Kevin Costner, Oscar winner. Kevin Costner, American everyman and all around cinematic good egg was riding a wave of success that included his own Academy Award earning effort (Dances with Wolves), a beloved bit of magic realism (Field of Dreams), a searing look at the Kennedy Assassination (JFK), and the two strikes and you’re out insider overview of the nation’s (former) past time (Bull Durham). Sure, there were some questionable career choices thrown in amongst the gold (The Bodyguard, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, the attempted acting stretch of A Perfect World) but it seemed that, for all intents and purposes, Costner was an A-lister whose celebrity would outlast other dime a dozen dramatic/comic leading men. He was both a commercial and critical hit.