July Fourth is historic--not only because it's Independence Day but also because on that date in 1907, Harlow Morrell Davis and his bride, Ruthie, while honeymooning on Squirrel Island in Maine, conceived a living legend. Said legend, born on April 5, 1908, was christened Ruth Elizabeth but is better known to two generations of moviegoers as Bette. Movie critic and Contributing Editor Bruce Williamson, who conducted this month's Playboy Interview, says, "There are few celebrities left who have the power to awe me, and Bette Davis is one of them." The feisty actress, who, as Williamson writes, has "Bette Davis eyes, hair, voice, hands--Bette Davis everything," talks about her ups and downs for more than two decades at Warner Bros., takes pot shots at producers, directors and actors (including herself) and reveals as much as a lady dares about her private life.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), July, 1982, Volume 29. Number 7. 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, Post Office Box 2420, Boulder. Colorado 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. New York 10017; Chicago 60611. Russ Weller. Associate Advertising Manager, 919 North Michigan Avenue; Troy, Michigan 48084. Jess Ballew, Manager, 3001 W. Big Beaver Road; Los Angeles 90010, Stanley L. Perkins, Manager, 4311 Wilshire Boulevard; San Francisco 94104, Tom Jones, Manager, 417 Montgomery Street.
Robert Crane caught up with rotund writer/comedian Pat McCormick at his North Hollywood house on Klump Street (he lives there because he thinks the name of the street is funny). McCormick turned off his oversize video screen, fixed a drink and spilled over the sides of a chair not quite large enough for his bulk.
What can Warren Beatty and Diane Keaton possibly do for an encore after their joint triumph in "Reds"? They are planning a multifilm historical cycle that should succeed in stifling, once and for all, any curiosity about the durability of their affair. These future blockbusters include:
Finger-Picking Good: "Is nice to be here in Kentucky, where the brew-grass began." Pointing toward the river: "We sing Banks of the Ohio back in Japan, but that's really it, isn't it? Is very strange. Our next song is called It's Tough All Over. I don't know what the meaning is."
Last year, while you filled out your ballots for the Playboy Music Poll, radio stations across the country helped us conduct a campaign to solicit tapes from local rock bands. The resulting deluge of material was judged by a panel of radio and recording experts, and its choices appear on Street Rock (Night-flite). In all modesty, we can say that this is a smart and well-produced compilation of Eighties rock. It exhibits a broad range of styles, an enormous diversity in approach and a good measure of originality, though when these groups have stolen, they've stolen from the best.
Cop-Rock Department: Fred Silverman is not defeated. The former NBC/ABC-TV big shot is working on several projects for television, including Red, White and Blue, a series about three undercover cops who have a rock group called Subway. And you thought they'd call themselves the Andy Frain Ushers? Currently, the plan is to air the show opposite Dallas, so viewers can choose between swine and pigs. But seriously, folks, Silverman once had a magic touch, so we can hope that Subway works better than New York's transit system.
Superproducer Ray Stark has made mostly smart moves with Annie (Columbia). The unendurable long-run Broadway musical has picked up a lot of speed, style and pizzazz as big-screen entertainment. Eons ago, when I staggered out of the stage show to get a stiff drink--and maybe burn down an orphanage--I felt as if a large, scruffy dog had been licking my face for a couple of hours. Let's just admit that a musicalized Little Orphan Annie was simply not for me--besides which, the Charles Strouse--Martin Charnin hit song Tomorrow tops my list of abrasive show tunes to file and forget in a deeply buried time capsule.
Has success spoiled Ken Follett? The Man from St. Petersburg (Morrow) certainly seems to point that way. The scene is England, on the eve of World War One. While England is trying to work out an alliance with Russia to face the German menace, a Russian anarchist is trying to assassinate his country's envoy. There are several implausible subplots that try to keep this heady salad of a book, uh, tossed. No amount of dressing--women's suffrage, life at court, views of the London of the period--can save it.
Idol Gossip: Alec Guinness'Star Wars character, Ben Kenobi, will miraculously return from the dead (anything goes in s-f, folks) and appear in Revenge of the Jedi, third in George Lucas' proposed nine-part Star Wars epic. Revenge, which reportedly features new mechanical characters and bigger, more dazzling sets than its two predecessors, will also be the most expensive to date: Priced at a cool $32,500,000, it's $10,000,000 costlier than The Empire Strikes Back and more than three times as dear as Star Wars. Word has it that the fourth film will be a "prequel," with younger versions of the Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher characters. Lucas also plans a Raiders of the Lost Ark sequel, set to begin filming in mid-1983. Ford may return as Indiana Jones. . . . Richard Pryor will play a villain-cum-hero in Superman III, set to commence shooting this summer. Superman II director Richard Lester will be at the helm and Christopher Reeve will again play the Man of Steel. Pryor also plans to be in a proposed film bio of Malcolm X, with Sidney Lumet directing from a script by playwright David Mamet. . . . NBC is considering a series based on Casablanca, with David Soul in the Bogart role. The series is set in the period before the arrival of the Ingrid Bergman character and will feature most of the other Rick's regulars.
Your answer to this question could spare some colleagues a lot of arguing. The husband in question had been requesting sex twice daily, mornings and evenings, and was able to keep that up for more than a year. His wife was not thrilled by all the activity but wanted to keep him happy and so went along with it. Finally, soreness and a few urinary-tract infections prompted her to request a less frequent sex life. They came close to splitting up over that, but he relented and scaled down his demands. The problem is that he now tells anyone who will listen that he isn't "getting anything anymore." His wife replies that two or three times a week should be quite sufficient for a couple in their late 20s to early 30s and that twice a day, as before, is a very high frequency for any couple, irrespective of age.
When it comes to sex, many people assume that actions speak louder than words. It's an assumption that may need some refining these days, and we wondered just how important talk is in putting the sizzle into sex. So we asked the Playmates whether or not they communicate with their lovers.
When the cops arrest a criminal and the courts turn him loose on a "legal technicality," the culprit, often, is the exclusionary rule--the rule of law holding that a person cannot be convicted on evidence that the police obtain illegally. In Dick Tracy, in TV cop shows, even in real life, it works like this: Everybody knows that a defendant is as guilty as sin, but a crafty lawyer gets the evidence suppressed on the ground that a search was conducted without a proper warrant, or a warrant was issued without sufficient "probable cause," or a warrant was faulty in some insignificant detail--and so our vicious killer or our notorious drug dealer waltzes out of jail with a big smile on his face, while the police, the prosecutor and the public throw up their collective hands in a gesture of helpless frustration. Justice foiled again!
As far back as 1935, an observer suggested, "Bette Davis would probably be burned as a witch if she had lived 200 or 300 years ago. She gives the curious feeling of being charged with power that can find no ordinary outlet." More than a legend, Davis today is the indestructible first lady in that select company of all-time-great movie stars once described by a French critic as "the sacred monsters" of cinema. There's nothing halfway about her, never has been, but the unmistakable Davis imprint on a role--achieved by her head-on collision with more than 80 films--has won her two best-actress Oscars and a total of ten nominations, an awesome record. In 1977, she received the American Film Institute's Life Achievement Award (she is, so far, the only actress thus honored), which seemed to certify her standing as the dowager empress of screen drama--with Katharine Hepburn the only possible challenger to her throne.
We Are All Game: venison is the streets. A carrion bird has been circling over Central Park. Expect it, goombah: everyone loves a good loser. When you leave home, say alound Today I'm gonna get rolled, ripped, sharked, gouged, gonged, japped, poached, taken off. Don't show surprise of indignation when it happens: if you do, you might get your tureen broken as well. An American city street is like the service entrance to Firebase Baker: all trip wire and pungee trap. At Parris Island, they give you life-experience credit for having walked along Broadway. Yet it can. God, exhilarate--rather the way putting your wango in a Suzy Homemaker oven would. Each sense is preamped; circulation goes through the spin cycle. You're alive. Things are heightened. Look at it from this angle: Fear has got to be cheaper than cocaine.
Playboy Press went to Richard Fegley with an offer he couldn't refuse: It wanted to publish a collection of his photographs. He could chose the subject, the models. "I thought of doing 12 girls or 12 couples. What I didn't want was 100 girls in anonymous bedrooms. Then I thought, Why not 12 women in is many locations--places that were as evocative and as uniquely beautiful as the women? I made up a list. The waterways of Venice. The Sahara Desert. The Tuileries in Paris, a wonderful place just to be and walk. The beach at Las Hadas, Mexico, a perfect fairy-tale location. Japan. The Queen Mary. A cantina in Mexico where they play old-style tango music. Some of the locations were places I had visited on assignment and wanted to return to, and others were places I had always wanted to make pictures.
Indian Summer--and in the café across the street from the courthouse, the flies that have been roused by the sudden heat bounce against the window, hoping for one more spin in the sunshine before winter deals its trump. The place is Savannah, Missouri, a one-elevator corn-and-bean town 75 miles upriver from Kansas City. The time is October 1981. The subject is murder; specifically, the public killing of an illiterate, unemployed drifter named Ken Rex McElroy in an even smaller town called Skidmore, about 20 miles away.
Summertime, and the lovin's easy, right? If you read all the brochures and listen to your boastful buddies, it's easy to believe that scads of single women are just waiting for you at every destination. That is, until you get there and discover that the available females average 108 (that's age, not points, folks) or that everybody comes coupled.
There's a Jazz Club in Barbados that night people end up in after hours. They come in hot from the streets, fight their way to the bar for an ice-cold Banks beer and take it easy taking it all in. Tonight, there's a big deal going down. Lord Short Shoe wants the monkey. He says he's willing to pay.
Some people can make you happy by just being around them. Lynda Wiesmeier is one of those people. And don't think it's just that killer figure that puts the smile on your face, either. It's her whole attitude: friendly, relaxed and so cheerful you'd think every day was her birthday.
Le Tour De France is the Grand Prix of bicycle racing. Since its first running in 1903, this marathon has attracted the best cyclists from all over the world. I spent several years knocking around the Continent in the early Sixties and sketched Jacques Anquetil and Raymond Poulidor when their Tour de France rivalry was at its peak.
Just as you don't have to be a 200-pound heavyweight to pack a powerhouse right, so the simplest of this summer's menswear can have strength and impact through delicacy. One secret is the use of subtle colors--and this season's palette, as we've mentioned in previous months, is refreshingly liberal. The Henley-neck shirt pictured on the following page would be just another short-sleeved pullover if it weren't for the fact that it's available in a smashing shade of teal blue. And when it's combined with an excitingly colored accessory--in this case, an offbeat blue lizardskin belt--and a pair of white silk slacks, we think the over-all look is a knockout. Incidentally, when combining a short-sleeved shirt with an unconstructed jacket, wear the jacket sleeves pushed up to avoid the "My, how our boy is growing like a weed" look that can happen when no cuffs show. Lightweight jackets, slacks, shirts and pullovers all add up to an easygoing summer filled with styles that will surely tickle the fancy of the opposite sex--and be a feather in your fashion cap, too.
Looking for the ingredients that will turn just one more summer outing with the gang into a great day? Simple! Ply your amigos with light wines and a succulent porker roasted luau style, in an open pit. The preparation is as easy as the prospect is alluring, and one thing's certain: The party won't be boaring. The porker does double duty as the star of the menu and the center of activity. You'll find all hands eagerly pitching in--digging a pit, gathering stones to line the trench, preparing a marinade and nursing charcoal briquettes to the proper gray-ash stage. Don't overcharcoal, however, or you'll have a furnace. Moderate temperature is preferable; that way, the skin gets crispy brown and the meat becomes tender and juicy. Once you've tucked your porker into a bed of ashes (directions for ordering your pig and complete cooking instructions follow), it's time to open the wine. Vin rosé is a delightful quaff for an outdoor frolic and a perfect foil for pork. One shouldn't look for elegance or complexity in rosés. True, not all pink wines are distinguished; nevertheless, exemplary rosés are made in all the finer vineyard areas. There (concluded on page 192)Swine and Rosés(continued from page 139) are the luscious Roger Pinot Rosé, from the upper Loire; Campania's suave Lacrimarosa d'Irpinia; Chateau d'Aqueria--the classic Tavel--and a delicious new Cape wine entry, Lanzerac Rosé, from the Stellenbosch Farmers Wineries, among others. California is a prime source of varietal rosés, those made with a preponderance of one grape. They tend to be scented, fairly dry, with distinctive styles--belying the nonsense that rosés are not for serious sippers. Robert Mondavi's stylish Gamay Rosé, Cabernet Rosés from Simi and from the Monterey Vineyard, Sonoma Vineyard's Grenache Rosé, Sebastiani's Rosa Gewürztraminer, Iron Horse's Blanc de Pinot Noir and Mirassou's Petite Rosé are worthy of anyone's attention.
Jacques Strapp, your basic casual athlete, stumbled into the doctor's office one summer day in 1972. The other patients in the waiting room stared as he tried to pick up a copy of Newsweek and found he didn't have the strength. Groaning like an Edsel on its last mile, Jacques collapsed into an orange-vinyl chair.
Like Dirty Harry Callahan squeezing off rounds from his .44 Magnum, sports medicine is blowing away a lot of worn-out ideas and getting ready to blast a few more. Old wives are finding they can no longer peddle their maxims to athletes, since the hottest corner in the field of medicine has replaced castor oil with computer readouts. So, in consultation with Dr. Gabe Mirkin, a prominent sports physician, we have re-examined some major myths that have proved to be about as worth while as the rhythm method--go on believing them at the risk of competitive life and limb. Or, as Dirty Harry might mutter as you strapped on those ankle weights, "You must feel lucky, punk."
Who says crime doesn't pay? For a while, it looked as if the night of the Watergate break-in--June 17, 1972--would be just another famous date in the annals of petty crime. Now, a decade later, it looks more like a milestone in economics. Since that fateful evening when five men were arrested at gunpoint inside Democratic National Committee headquarters, Watergate has gone from a third-rate burglary to a first-class growth industry.
We've all heard the story about the rich Texan who walked into a Dallas hi-fi store, saw a 20-foot-high theater speaker and ordered two--one for each wing of his ranch house. Size was the hi-fi Gospel of yesteryear. Today, big and clean stereo sounds can be enjoyed in a space once considered impossible for such acoustic ambitions. That, of course, is your car, and it doesn't matter whether it's an outsize van or a trim compact. The car has been conquered by the combined forces of digital tuning, autoreverse tape decks, graphic equalizers, ambience enhancers, woofers, tweeters and even (continued on page 210)Power Trip!(continued from page 153) 100-watt amplifiers. Those goodies are being made by well-known brands and by newcomers. And like their larger-size audio ancestors, the new vehicular Wunderkinder have given rise to a new kind of retail outlet--the car-stereo specialist, who sells and installs the equipment.
She's a friend in the phone, a modulated, mildly mysterious voice at the other end of a piece of plastic and miles of copper wire. Every guy who's ever dropped a coin in the slot has pictured her. She's bright, of course, and understanding and as finely formed as a Princess phone. She's the one Jim Croce wrote a song to but never got to see. Well, we've traced her, just to prove she really exists. And the result of our finger-flattening telephone survey is this listing of spectacular numbers currently in service--ten women who offer the kind of tone you'd like to reach out and touch.
Then came into Naples Messer Ambrosio del Adriani, young, rich, adventurous and desirous of seeing the magnificence of King Alfonso's realm. He found it all that he had hoped, its festivals, its balls, its feasts--and the beauty of its women. He took quarters in the aristocratic section and there, one day, was talking with some of his new Neapolitan friends.
Contributing Editor David Rensin met with Stevie Nicks (whose album "Bella Donna" has sold more than 3,000,000 copies) just after the last show of her successful solo tour. Rensin reports: "We talked in the bathroom of her West Los Angeles hotel suite while her make-up was being applied for a television appearance. She looked great before. She looked great afterward. And she does her own lipstick."
Fardle's favorite TV show has been pre-empted and evangelized.This is the crusade of the reverend Harry Ballwell, Friends and Sinners! Get on your knees and Repent! For Ah Sayeth the day of Doom Is upon you....Gulp!
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After reviewing current sports-medicine research and literature--as well as consulting many of the top practitioners in the sports-medicine field--we arrived at a sort of sweaty Top 40. Taking six factors--strength, flexibility, endurance, calorie consumption, muscular definition and eye-hand coordination--into account and assuming the frequency and duration of all workouts to be equal, we rated various forms of exercise. The results, placed here on a 100-point scale, are a blend; they reflect not only the conditioning value of an exercise but also the difficulty of performing it to a high level of proficiency. After all, the casual athlete wants to know before he starts something how tough it is to do it well, not just how fast his heart is going to pump. Thus, we list tennis above jogging, even though nearly all other charts place jogging near the top. We recognize that tennis is harder: It places greater, more varied demands on athletic ability. How does your sport stack up? Read on--all together, now, by the numbers....
Sports medicine has run a long and winding road since 490 B.C., when a runner raced 25 miles from Marathon to the gates of Athens so he could announce the Greeks' victory over Persian invaders. "Rejoice; we conquer!" he yelled, and died on the spot from exhaustion. Today, sports medicine guides tens of thousands of ordinary folks through the modern 26-mile marathon and contributes mightily to the feats of the few extraordinary athletes who test the limits of human performance.
If you're suddenly hearing voices, it may not be your imagination. Products that talk are proliferating faster than you can say "Digital synthesizer"; and, no, they don't sound like Sessue Hayakawa in Bridge on the River Kwai. Vowel chips that reproduce speech from its components are the secret technology that makes for much more natural-sounding voices. Once you've gotten over the novelty of mechanical back talk, you'll find that having, say, a calculator that verbally double checks your mathematics can eliminate errors when you're struggling to balance your checkbook. And, fortunately, the talking scale pictured below doesn't chuckle when it announces your weight.
Now that bicycle riding has become a way of exercise and transportation for more than 40,000,000 American adults, status and state-of-the-art craftsmanship have hit the old bike trail. Serious pedal pushers, in fact, are not opposed to laying out the kind of long green for an ultralightweight two-wheeler that not too many years ago would have bought a nimble little sports car. Choosing one's own high-dollar bike is, first, a matter of taste. Italian models tend to be extra quick-handling, refined and exotic. French bicycles are lightweight, fast and economical. American and English bikes are meticulously finished, and the best of them are usually custom-made. The latest top bikes from Japan are streamlined to reduce wind resistance. Expensive bikes can be purchased ready to ride, but most are bought set up to the buyer's specifications. Either way, the frame is highly important, so choose it carefully. Quicker-handling frames with shorter wheelbases and tighter tube angles are better for racing and high-speed riding over short distances; more comfortable and stable frames with longer wheelbases are better for touring. Double-butted frame tubing (that means the ends of the tube are thicker than the middle) is preferred by some to straight gauge tubing, because it's slightly lighter and just as strong. Columbus tubing from Italy and Reynolds tubing from England are two top-grade types to look for; French Vitus tubing and Ishiwata and Tange tubings from Japan are also high quality but cheaper.
"Summer Sex '82"--Once again, we combine our favorite pastime with our favorite season to equip you with the means to enjoy both. In the process, summer comes to the great white north and Bob and Doug Mc Kenzie