Then, of course, there's the story everyone's talking about: the Fudgsicle intruder. It would be a handy tie-in to Cage's upcoming home invasion flick, "Trespass," if it weren't unplanned and entirely unwanted on Cage's part. As he explained to reporters this week at the Toronto International Film Festival, "It was two in the morning. I was living in Orange County at the time and was asleep with my wife. My 2-year-old at the time was in another room. I opened my eyes and there was a naked man wearing my leather jacket eating a Fudgesicle in front of my bed." The incident was resolved without any serious injury, but Cage promptly decided to live elsewhere.