Many of you suffering through the teeth-numbing cold weather are turning your thoughts to warmer climes. So, as a public service, we present The Girls of Las Vegas. One usually thinks of Las Vegas as someplace where people spend a lot of money, but, as you will see, it is also a place where some awesomely attractive women spend a lot of time. We sent noted author John Sock to get the girls' story. He was duly appreciative of the assignment, saying, "I'm happy to report that there isn't a girl in the layout whose beauty is only skin-deep. They have beautiful souls, every one." Master lensman R. Scott Hooper and his inspiring assistant Theresa Holmes were able to coax the girls out of their clothes and onto film, for which we are all in their debt.
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I use music as a crutch all the time. My Rolls-Royce isn't a Rolls-Royce unless I have good music playing, and if I could only have one tape going across the country, give me SO O'Jays songs and I'll be groovin'. Everywhere I've gone, I've always had the O'Jays. I think I know every word to every song the O'Jays have ever done. When it comes to music, they're my idols.
Secrets (Stein & Day), by F. Lee Bailey, isn't a bad novel. It's a rather uncomplicated crime mystery about a hotshot trial lawyer who gets framed for murder and uses every strategy to defend himself. The plot holds together pretty well, though the characterization is cliché prone; there is even an occasional bit of good writing, but it rarely lasts. Secrets, on balance, is essentially a device to ask some subtle legal questions. As a novelist, Bailey makes a great lawyer.
Flutist Jean-Pierre Rampal is always looking for new fields to conquer and when he finds them, conquer them he does. This time, he teams up with harpist Lily Laskine on Sakura: Japanese Melodies for Flute and Harp (Columbia), and the result is an unqualified success. Rampal and Laskine make the transition from East to West seem as effortless as a flight on the Concorde and as sumptuous as a crossing on the QE2. The works span about a century's time, beginning in the 1860s, and have that timeless quality about them that can probably be ascribed to the unsophistication of the Occidental ear. Whatever the reason, they make for delightful listening.
In early February (check your local listings for specific dates and hours), Alex Haley's Roofs: The Next Generations will begin as another marathon series on ABC Television, with 14 hours of black history compressed into two-hour segments on successive nights. ABC's bold experiment in programing drew an audience estimated at well over 100,000,000 viewers the first time around, with approximately 80,000,000 clocked for repeat showings of the original Roots last summer. The new series, judged from the first two-hour episode and a sampling of things to come, is less exotic but equally dramatic, intelligent and absorbing as an American hope opera about what happened to Haley's forebears when--having thrown off the shackles of slavery--they began to struggle with the far trickier responsibilities of freedom in the white man's world.
Making big Broadway hits into major-league movies is a touchy business, and a couple of recent stage-to-screen adaptations reinforce my conviction that an easy-does-it approach usually works better than the superhype knock-'em-dead method of trying to outdazzle Broadway on every count. Compare director Robert Mulligan's amiable, witty and delightful movie version of Same Time Next Year with Sidney Lumet's awesome The Wiz. Five'll get you ten that The Wiz is going to draw bigger audiences, but I'll still put my money on Same Time Next Year, the kind of winningly human comedy you can sit through twice, the better to savor its topical asides and subtleties. Ellen Burstyn, repeating the role she created onstage, is brilliantly teamed with Alan Alda in Bernard Slade's comic valentine to a pair of married people (each married to someone else) who meet by chance at a country inn, spend the night together and become constant lovers, though their affair consists entirely of annual weekend orgies, updated for us every five years or so from 1951 through 1977.
Written, produced and directed by the creator of Deep Throat (whose comments about the shrunken horizons of hard-core were quoted in our August "Coming Attractions"), Gerard Damiano's People breaks a good many of the rules that ordinarily determine success or failure on the sex-film circuit. Rooms was the original working title of this episodic six-part movie, four parts of which are little more than explicit sexual encounters preceded by fragmentary dialog as an excuse for a plot. Jamie Gillis and Serena (formerly billed as Serena BlaqueLord) portray a couple turned on by kinky role playing, while a slickly photographed sequence titled "The Exhibition" offers two girls and a guy in a straightforward bondage bit. So much for standard sexploitation. Best of the hard-core scenes is "The Hooker," a broadly comic unconventional collision between a callgirl (June Medows) and a client (Bobby Astor) who wants to be blown and balled by the numbers. Full of loud and profane instructions, Astor, who looks like a mislaid Marx brother, spoofs eroticism by clowning even when he's coming. Far more precedent-shattering is the fact that the most effective and fully developed part of People is a story with no explicit sex at all--about a frustrated young widow (Kara Bennett) and a handsome, gay L.A. hustler (Joe Spalding) who like each other, want each other but can't quite synchronize their needs. Actually lifted from a soft-core movie made by Damiano in California several years ago but never released, this small, sad tale of unrequited lust gives People a touch of class that may baffle pornophiles who measure a sex film by counting come shots.
The Lux Radio Theater is dead, but broadcast drama is alive and well, thank you. You've probably caught the nightly CBS Radio Mystery Theater, but if you've missed National Public Radio's weekly series Earplay, now being heard over some 200 stations nationally, you may be muffing the opportunity of catching some first-rate, original material as well as established works by such internationally known writers as Robert Anderson, Arthur Kopit and David Mamet.
Idol Gossip: Two major studios are working separately on pictures based on the life of dancer Waslaw Nijinsky. Mikhail Baryshnikov has formed his own production company to film one version, most likely for Orion, and Herb(Turning Point)Ross will direct the other for Paramount.... Mario Puzo's new book in progress is about the Sicilian bandit Juliano, who ravaged the Italian countryside during the Fifties, stealing from the rich, etc., and became known as something of an Italian Robin Hood. Eventually, he was cornered in a cave and killed in a shoot-out with Italian police.... Harrison(Star Wars)Ford will co-star with Gene Wilder in No Knife.John Wayne was approached for a role in the comedy-Western but declined.... Martin Sheen will portray John Dean and Rip Torn will play Tricky Dicky in CBS' eight-hour telemovie of the former White House aide's Blind Ambition.... Author Ayn Rand has given NBC the OK to produce an eight-hour telefeature based on her book Atlas Shrugged. Scripting is being done by Academy Award winner Stirling (In the Heat of the Night) Siliiphant.... Robert Stone, author of Dog Soldiers, is at work on a novel about a Catholic priest in the throes of losing his faith while caught up in the turmoil of a Central American revolution.
Help! It seems as though you are my last resort. Would you please tell me why 99 percent of the men I have gone to bed with, all seemingly worldly fellows who want to be able to do anything and everything to me while making love, and expect me to do likewise, look at me as though I am out of my mind when I ask them to make up a sexy story, or talk sexy, or even just talk? The best lovers I have had have been those with some imagination who are not afraid to express their fantasies. If they say they can't and ask me to express mine, does it ever turn them on! Am I wrong in wanting a fellow to talk sexy, to make up the wildest stories? I'm beginning to be afraid to even say anything, even though sexy stories turn me on so much.--Miss D. C., Culver City, California.
Having undulated suggestively into the bedroom on their wedding night, the sexpot bride slipped off her negligee to reveal that she was stark and ripely naked. "Dear," she purred, "what was your manhood planning on doing tonight?"
Over 260 auto and travel clubs now operate in the U.S., with 25,000,000 cars sporting their decals. And they want you. Their argument goes like this: It's a snowy midnight on Sunday, you're driving through Kernel, Kansas, and your Gazelle 550D has just blown a rotostator. You trudge to the nearest plantation and rouse Farmer Jones, who grumps that your chances of getting towed are about as good as those of becoming Secretary of Agriculture. But you consult your XYZ Auto Club list of garages and dial the nearest one. The truck will arrive in ten minutes, you inform the awe-struck rustic. And you add that it will cost you zilch. Then you exit, whistling In My Merry Oldsmobile.
Clothes may make the man, but they can also be his undoing. You can buy all the expensive threads you want, but if they're mistreated or neglected, the fellow with an inexpensive but well-cared-for ward-robe has the edge on you every time. In the long run, a few minutes' attention each day to the contents of your closet will pay maximum dividends; your clothes will last longer and you'll look your best. Here's how to keep your duds in shape.
Your $400 Yves Saint Laurent suit came back from the cleaners ruined. Or a chain store sold you a faulty Cuisinart. Or a neighbor appropriated your new lawn mower. You've confronted the bastards, but they refuse satisfaction on your complaint. How do you get even?
When it's time for cold-weather cuddling, nothing beats a hefty wool blanket--as our little tale of woe (or is it woo?) demonstrates below. Sure, there are plenty of electric models available that will keep you and your bed partner toasty as two bagels on long, cold winter nights. But they don't have the panache of something soft and fuzzy that, say, the Hudson's Bay Company of Canada imported from England back in 1779 and still does today. Quick, everybody, head for covers!
Maybe knife throwing isn't your thing, but if you spend time in the kitchen, you'll have a real edge on your chores if you stock up on a variety of razor-sharp cutlery. Hint: Look for blades, such as the ones pictured here, that contain a mixture of carbon and stainless steel. Carbon steel is easy to sharpen and keep sharp; stainless steel, obviously, helps keep the blades from staining. So don't just stand there being dull, get cutting!