April 11 issue of The Hollywood Reporter magazine.

When Kevin Spacey entered his trailer, he was wearing slacks and a salmon blazer, and when he emerges, he is Tennis Man, in head-to-toe Adidas gear. Cap, navy T-shirt, flashy yellow sneakers. He unlocks the passenger door of a fire-engine red Nissan 370z for me, slides into the driver's seat and plants a heavy foot on the gas pedal while his security guy, assistant and trainer follow in another car. We're in danger of being late.

In a matter of minutes, Britain's top-ranked player, Andy Murray, will begin his third-round match at the BNP Paribas Open in Indian Wells, Calif., and Spacey, a self-described Murray "groupie," does not intend to miss a point. He has crisscrossed the globe during the past two-plusyears to watch Murray play more than a dozen times. And for this mid-March tournament, Spacey rented a house nearby, alternating between watching Murray play and working on his own game with a pair of professional coaches.

What is it about Murray, I ask.

It's his athleticism, says Spacey, who himself is looking quite fit, and his drive. Plus, he adds, "I'm a Brit."

A what? Spacey was born in New Jersey, raised in California. But for the past decade, he has called London home, so this apparently is who he is now.

We pull up to the Indian Wells Tennis Garden a little after 11 a.m., and Spacey sorts through a collection of VIP badges. He has been told that a seat in Murray's box, where he has sat before, isn't