What better way to warm up on a chilly November evening than to pour two drinks and head for your bedroom with your lady and Annette Haven? You don't pour Annette a drink, of course, because she's not there in person, though she's certainly there in the flesh. On your television screen. You say your lady doesn't like Annette Haven? You have several hundred more top-quality adult-film video cassettes to choose from, starring such household names as John Leslie, Samantha Fox and Jamie Gillis. Yes, we said household names. Names now well known in perhaps as many as 10,000,000 American homes. That's why we asked David Rensin to write Tuning In to Channel Sex, on how the phenomenal sales of X-rated home video cassettes have affected the people who produce the films and those who watch them.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), November, 1981, Volume 28, Number II. Published Monthly by Playboy, Playboy Bldg., 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill. 60611. Subscriptions: in the United States and its possessions, $48 for 36 issues, $34 for 24 issues, $18 for 12 issues. Canada, $24 for 12 issues. elsewhere, $31 for 12 issues. allow 45 days for new subscriptions and renewals. Change of address: Send both old and new addresses to Playboy, P.O. box 2420, Boulder, colo. 80302, and allow 45 days for change. Marketing: Ed Condon, Director/Direct Marketing; Michael J. Murphy, Circulation Promotion Director. Advertising: Henry W. Marks, Advertising Director; Harold Duchin, National Sales Manager; Michael Druckman. New york Sales Manager; Milt Kaplan, Fashion Advertising Manager, 747 Third Avenue, New york, N.Y. 10017; Chicago 60611, Russ Weller, Associate Advertising Manager, 919 N. Michigan Ave.; Troy, Mich. 48084, Jess Ballew, Manager, 3001 W. Big Beaver road; Los Angels 90010, Stanley L. Perkins, Manager, 4311 Wilshire Boulevard; San Francisco 94104, Tom Jones, Manager, 417 Montgomery Street; Walter Joyce, Advertising Marketing Director.
Jamie Lee Curtis has appeared in so many recent fright flicks ("Halloween," "Prom Night," "Terror Train," "The Fog" and the upcoming "Halloween II") that she's been dubbed the new queen of the horror genre. Of course, she always plays the good girl. David Rensin met with the daughter of Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh in a Los Angeles sushi bar. His report: "Her screams are music to my ears."
The current Administration has made clear its intention to provide America with the most expensive defense establishment since the previous Administration. By 1984, the Pentagon will be ordering the following military-industrial complexities, costing more bucks per bang than ever. Golly, we're never gonna find ourselves on the short end of the spending gap again!
Peter De Vries tries to turn women's liberation into an extended joke in Sauce for the Goose (Little, Brown). Daisy Dobbin is chosen to move into corporate America and, excuse the phrase, root out incidents of male sexual harassment against women in their employ. That situation could be funny, and on occasion, De Vries pulls off a humorous scene (for example, when Daisy foils a seducer by bragging about her former lover--"And the nozzle on him. Really party size."). But most of this book is, in turn, clumsy, sexist and garbled. Good for small laughs and little more.
Fenders on Their Knees: In the war among Nashville's rhinestone jet set over the Country Music Association's annual awards, aspirants wax and wane in all quarters but one: the Vocal Group of the Year competition. Here are perennially ensconced the homey and humorous Statler Brothers, who usually win, and the Mod and dashing Oak Ridge Boys, who always challenge. But perhaps the inevitable change is at hand this year. Such a prediction has been made by no less an authority than Oaks lead singer Duane Allen.
It's always a happy event when Miles Davis is back among us, as he has been recently, playing selected live dates. He's among us on records again, as well, in a double-disc retrospective called Directions (Columbia) and--mirabile dictu!--another called The Man with the Horn (Columbia), the first album of new material in too many years. Together, these albums show how many miles and miles it's been for Miles--from the stately acoustic classicism of the 1960 Song of Our Country, recorded as part of the Sketches of Spain sessions with Gil Evans, to the slippery electric funk that fills most of The Man with the Horn, recorded with a new band of youngsters assembled with the help of his nephew Vincent Wilburn, who plays drums on two tracks. In between, as is well documented on Directions, Miles has simply revolutionized jazz two or three times.; Especially well represented is the period from 1967 to 1970, when his bands were crowded with such young, ultimately influential talents as Herbie Hancock, Tony Williams, Ron Carter, Joe Zawinul, Chick Corea and John McLaughlin. During McLaughlin's tenure, especially, Miles--largely unbeknownst to the rock audience--was intermittently making some of the finest rock 'n' roll you would care to hear on Jack Johnson and Bitches Brew and even In a Silent Way. And if you loved those, you'll surely like these, especially the Duran and Willie Nelson tracks recorded in 1970, where Directions abruptly ends. The 11-year leap to The Man with the Horn, which is not the old chestnut rewarmed but a new tune, finds Miles dabbling in Eighties-gloss R&B. It's of the George Benson persuasion, complete with soulfull vocals on the title track by Randy Hall, the young composer of the song. We prefer Miles's own, though--Back Seat Betty and the slinky Fat Time, through which he struts behind Marcus Miller, who plays bass with the dash of someone sailing effortlessly through the park, backward, on roller skates. If this is less adventuresome than Miles's past feats, well, at least he's back. And there are no bad Miles Davis albums.
Reeling and Rocking: We really don't know what to say about this item (our instincts tell us it's going to be very tacky): Rupert Murdoch, owner of New York magazine and the New York Post, among other publications, has announced plans to produce a film based on the life of Mark David Chapman, the confessed killer of John Lennon. We're told the movie will be a serious film dealing with a "social phenomenon" and not an exploitation of the events. If we were doing a movie, we'd film from Philip Norman's wonderful book about the Beatles,Shout! Anyone who took the trouble to talk with Brian Epstein's mom, Queenie, and Lennon's Aunt Mimi has done his homework.... Island Visual Arts, the video and film division of Island Records, has begun production of a movie on the life of Bob Marley. The producer, Chris Blackwell, founder of Island, discovered Marley when he was a teenager in Jamaica. Blackwell and director Joe Mennell will incorporate historic footage of Marley interviews, tours and concerts, talks with Rita Marley and with the ghetto and farm people Marley influenced.
It's always a turn-on to see a movie popping at the seams with hot young talent, and Body Heat (Ladd/WB) offers no fewer than three Best Bets for a big future in cinema. First, writer-director Lawrence Kasdan, in his initial solo effort--having honed his skills on the screenplays for The Empire Strikes Back and Raiders of the Lost Ark--reaches back to the Forties to resurrect Hollywood's honored tradition of hard-boiled melodrama (e.g., Double Indemnity and The Postman Always Rings Twice) in which a wicked, acquisitive lady recruits a nervy stud to help her dispose of a rich husband--Richard Crenna on this occasion. Kasdan respects the formula yet uses it freely in a tough, witty, crackling tale set on Florida's gold coast--old-fashioned but updated with class, all dark and gleaming as a cocked pistol.
Idol Gossip: Martin Brest will direct Genius, a film about a teenage computer whiz who taps into a defense computer.... Steve Martin's next project is Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (formerly titled Suck the Bullet), a take-off of Forties detective flicks. Carl Reiner directs.... Summer Nights is the title of Woody Allen's new film, which stars Woody, Mia Farrow, Mary Steenburgen, José Ferrer, Tony Roberts and Julie Hagerty. As usual, nobody knows what it's about.... Blake Edwards is thinking about directing an outer-space comedy tentatively called Far Out....Gregory Peck will make his small-screen dramatic debut as the lead in a three-hour televersion of Sinclair Lewis' Dodsworth.
Birnbaum's First Law of Motion states that the seriousness of any travel crisis is directly proportional to your distance from home. What can you do when you get bumped off the only flight out of Katmandu or when you arrive at a hotel in Bora Bora to find that your "confirmed" reservation has vanished into the South Pacific mists? The answer most people give is: Not very much. The correct answer, however, is that you can raise hell, and teaching you precisely how to complain--and to whom--is the message of our lecture this month.
My boyfriend and I have been living together for a year and a half, and I have always felt we had a very good sexual relationship. Several times, without his knowledge, I have caught him masturbating in the living room, after I have retired to our bedroom for the night. I ask him to come to bed with me, but he says he wants to stay up awhile and watch TV. I have rarely turned down his sexual advances. I don't want to embarrass him by confronting him, but after these incidents, I feel betrayed and inadequate. I feel I am to blame, because he must not be getting enough satisfaction from me. Is it normal for a 27-year-old male to do this when he has easy access to sexual relations whenever he wants, or is there something lacking in our sex life? We get along well in every other aspect of our relationship, but I'm to the point that whenever he wants to stay up and watch TV, I think he's making up an excuse to masturbate.--Miss F. C., Springfield, Illinois.
What do women want? is the famous question posed by Sigmund Freud. A more pertinent question may well be, What do women think? About men, relationships, dating, loving, sex. It seemed to us that Playboy's Playmates, the women we know best, might have revealing answers to questions that come up regularly in their lives and in those of our readers. Each month, we're going to pose one such question to a group of Playmates and give them some room to tell us.
The Lord said we should be fruitful and multiply. Whether he meant that to apply to television evangelists who estimate the size of their audiences is perhaps subject to question. And questioning has begun regarding the true extent of the fundamentalist-broadcast revival that is said to be capturing the channel selectors, if not the souls, of the nation.
The "Playboy Interview" this month is with a woman who has done much to advance the interview form as a powerful journalistic tool--and, some might add, weapon. Oriana Fallaci is unquestionably one of the world's most provocative journalists, known for having exposed some of its most powerful and intransigent political leaders. She has a considerable following as a writer of both nonfiction and fiction, with her latest work being the international best seller "A Man," a moving and deeply felt novel based on her lover, who was a hero of the Greek Resistance during the Sixties. But it is her interviews with the world's leaders, including the Ayatollah Khomeini, Henry Kissinger, Teng Hsiao p'ing, Yasir Arafat, the shah of Iran and Muammar el-Qaddafi, that have made her famous.
Nightfall in the suburbs. Out in the yard, the kids toss the last ball of the day higher and higher, the better to see it against a fading sky. Down the street, a man lugs the dark-green-plastic bag of new-mown grass to the curb. His neighbor pulls the station wagon into the garage, stopping halfway in to move . a bicycle out of the way.
The Haunting question that lingers at the end of Martin Scorsese's evocative and brutal film Raging Bull is what became of Vikki, the young wife of fighter Jake La Motta, whose astounding beauty became the obsession of his life and drove The Champ into terrifying rages of jealousy and violence.
In the days remaining before the first practice, they began checking into the small motel near the base of Mount Hood in the small suburban community of Gresham, Oregon. They were rookies and free agents, and the odds were already against them. Their motel rooms were paid for, and there was daily meal money, but in a profession where more and more things were guaranteed, they were still at a point in their careers where the only guarantee was an airplane ticket back home in the likely event they were cut.
Welcome to the hard Eighties. Looked around lately? It's awful out there. A 75-watt bulb in the White House. Double-digit inflation becoming a tradition. Unemployment rivaling baseball as the national pastime. Soaring gasoline prices, energy shortages on all fronts. Johnny Carson down to 60 minutes and the Hershey bar shrinking even as its price goes up. Terrorists. Nuclear waste. Pollution. Three's Company ....
If White Light and white heat could melt an audience, then the well-dressed sport sitting in front of me at ringside in the Chicago Stadium would have melted right out of his navy blazer and run down the drain at the first sight of Crystal Gayle. He almost leaped out of his loafers when the Gladiator whiter-than-white spotlights knifed through the darkness and crisscrossed on her as her road manager, Billy Vaughn, led her up to the white-carpeted runway to the stage in the square. And the sport seemed to be beating his hands into hamburger, applauding as Crystal took a turn around the stage, prancing like a thoroughbred.
As mark twain might have said, reports of the manhattan's demise are greatly exaggerated. Once the country's most popular cocktail, the manhattan went into a decline with the post--World War Two switch to white spirits--but the prognosis has brightened considerably. Top New York bars such as Jim McMullen's, Joanna and The Four Seasons all attest to a reinterest in the manhattan. Another vital life sign: Heublein, leading producer of bottled cocktails, lists it among its five top sellers.
Wherever Shannon Tweed goes, there is a moment in which all action stops and everyone turns to look. On this cold October evening, that moment comes when she passes the maitre de's station in the 1000-foot-high Top of Toronto restaurant. Conversations pause and waiters slow their paces, balancing their dishes more carefully, afraid that something somewhere has gone wrong. The piano music softens in the background. Ice cubes chime in half-full glasses.
Maybe it was the preppie passion for Shetland crew-necks and cable-stitched cardigans that got the ball rolling, but in any case, sweater designers have run with it and come up this season with a variety of looks that are practically art forms unto themselves. The major thrust is toward highly unusual--though not outlandish--colors and subtle patterns that add up to warm, hand-crafted creations. Styles come in a broad range from pullovers (with crew-necks more in evidence this season than V-necks) to sweater jackets that can be worn as an alternative to a sports coat or layered over another sweater. Many are being offered with matching or coordinating scarves. (The wool knit striped and fringed muffler by Modigliani included in this feature is an exceptionally attractive example.) If the Eighties is the decade of new romanticism, then sweaters are among the most appropriate gear. Soft to the touch, warm to the body, they are natural conveyers of a mood and a trend away from the hard-edged and the uptight. Relax, sweater men; it's time for some knit picking.
It's time for you to think about what you've been feeding your Walkmans, Boomboxes and supersonic stereos this year. That's right, time to vote in the annual Playboy Music Poll. Our choices of possible contenders are at right; however, if a favorite is not listed, your write-in is appropriate. But, please, if you're voting for someone who's listed, help our ballot counters and use the number beside the name. When you've finished side one, flip the ballot over to make your choices for the Hall of Fame and Best LP categories. Only official ballots count and they must be postmarked before midnight, November 1, 1981. For results, see our April 1982 issue.
There's an old story about a lecherous Yiddish actor who spent an amorous night with one of his more devoted female fans. Next morning, the girl asked him if he could spare a little cash. The actor became indignant. "What!" he exploded. "You've just slept with a star, and now you ask for money!"
Good News, fidelity freaks. The hi-fi industry has never been sounder, offering an all-things-to-all-buyers pool of electro-acoustic goodies from megabuck systems for serious sound men to dollar-value components for less demanding but still devoted stereo enthusiasts.
In a certain city of Arabia, there once dwelt a fair, well-favored woman married to a fuller, a worker with cloth. This fuller was surly, stupid and bad-tempered. He treated his wife contemptuously and, though he did not know it, he was repaid in full, for, when he had left for his workshop, a handsome trooper would enter his house, his bed and his wife for an hour or so in the morning. But they grew tired of the secrecy.
I'm off to try out this new weightless-flotation therapy, Nell.Shortly I will be floating in a sarcophagus-like chamber filled with water at body themperature....No sound, no light, no stimuli whatsoever.
The myth persists that pornography produces antisocial behavior and therefore should be banned. Since no scientific evidence supports that belief, it stands debunked in the minds of those who study sex. But that doesn't stop the doomsayers from looming ever larger. Now that erotica has arrived in the living rooms and, indeed, the bedrooms of America in the form of video cassettes and cable fare, we predict the forces against porn may be even more rabid. In the interests of determining just what TV porn will mean to all of us, we've brought together a wide range of sources on the topic for the colloquium that follows. One thing we've concluded is that the only thing we have to fear is the would-be TV monitors.
Sales of adult cassettes still account for between 30 and 50 percent of the over-all video-cassette market, depending on your source. Listed below in alphabetical order are the 13 all-time top sellers, along with the "label" under which they're distributed. There's really no way to confirm manufacturers' typically inflated figures, but it's a safe bet that Deep Throat is the best-selling adult cassette of all. The popularity of these films depends largely on being familiar names to consumers still unfamiliar with the extent of what's available. Some are better than others, but all offer a good historical overview of the best of porn.
Remember the old game of pick-up sticks? Well, in this case, it's bodies, not sticks, that need to be picked up. Poor Ned has just been rudely awakened by the ringing of his telephone--but he can't quite reach it. The problem is that he's at the bottom of a very big pile of naked friends, still recuperating from a wildly strenuous orgy the night before. Since no one can get up before his or her entire body is uncovered by the person above, can you figure out in what order Ned's friends must rise so that he can answer his phone? (Hint: Sue, the most enthusiastic reveler, was the last to fall asleep.)
Aside from a colorful high-tech design that would liven even Quasimodo's bachelor kitchen, High Tech brand cookware has something else going for it: The manufacturer--Sanko Housewares--wedded fine porcelain to heavy-gauge steel, and the result is a marriage that distributes cooking heat across the bottom of pots and pans in an incredibly efficient manner. This may sound like a trivial fact that only a serious culinarian would appreciate, but when you consider that it allows lower oven temperatures to be used (Sanko claims up to 25 degrees less than recipe specifications) and the gear can go straight from the table to the dishwasher, it's nice to know you won't be a galley slave at your next dinner party.
Everybody has a drawer where gloves and scarves land in a heap awaiting the first touch of Old Man Winter's icy fingers. But too often, a pair of stained kidskins or a ragtag muffler ends up stepping out with a great-looking greatcoat because the wearer didn't get his fashion act together and upgrade his cold-weather-accessory collection as often as he did his wardrobe. With all the activity in men's fashions today, it should come as no surprise that gloves and scarves are also enjoying something of a renaissance; styles range from the casual wit of a coordinated knit cap and gloves to the dressy sophistication of a reversible silk/cashmere muffler. In between is an abundance of freshly innovative looks that easily coordinate with anything from the dressiest of formalwear to a wild-and-woolly Marlboro Man shearling. Go for them!