Guinevere, at least according to Lerner and Loewe, claimed that May was the lusty month. Not about to argue with a woman who has many strong friends, we've stoked this issue with enough lust to fuel 50 medieval Maypole bacchanals. Still, that's not all you'll find in the pages that follow. There will be classicism, terrorism, bisexuality, Kinski and a genuine May Pole.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), May, 1983. Volume 30, Number 5. Published Monthly by Playboy, Playboy Bldg., 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill. 60611. Subscriptions: In the United States and its possessions, $54 for 36 issues, $38 for 24 Issues, $22 for 12 Issues. Canada, $27 for 12 Issues. Elsewhere, $38 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.
Chrysler's 1993 Debenture--This honey of an opportunity pays 12.3 percent highway and 9.8 percent city. In a decade, each debenture can be exchanged for Chrysler stock, Chrysler cars or 17 American Airlines tickets. Should the company burn out its fiscal clutch or get caught underwriting a pharmaceutical offering, the holder of the debenture will, for two weeks, receive the services of Lee Iacocca as houseboy. Says E. F. Hutton: "If you can find a weirder debenture, buy it."
When Darryl Dawkins joined the Philadelphia 76ers straight out of high school eight years ago, he definitely wasn't your average N.B.A. player. Besides wearing a diamond earring and shattering glass backboards, the 6'11", 251-pound center gave himself nicknames and said that he came from the planet Lovetron. Craig Modderno caught up with the self-proclaimed Chocolate Thunder of the New Jersey Nets over dinner in Phoenix. His report: "If E.T. had met Dawkins first, he certainly would have had more fun and Double D would probably have gone home with him."
The most energized recorded performance we've run across lately is The Nite-caps' Go to the Line (Sire). Backed by The Uptown Horns (fresh from their stint on the last J. Geils Band album), The Nite-caps work that striation of rock reserved for dancing. But rather than sift through the sediment of disco, these guys step onto the terra firma of salsa and R&B. You know: The Famous Flames meet Tito Puente. And, more than that, they've invested the old forms with some peppy, punky rhythms, but nothing too clean.
Hairdressers Gary Shaw and Paul-received an album credit for their work on The Nolans' hair. We thank them. We'd also like to thank Phil Collins for the very nice music on his album. We're not sure who did his hair.
Reeling And Rocking: Tony Banks of Genesis did the score for the Faye Dunaway movie The Wicked Lady....Keith Emerson is in Tokyo working on the sound track for an animated film.... Sting's acting career continues with a role in the forthcoming science-fiction movie Dune ... Kenny Loggins is one of four composers working on the music for the new Michael Cimino film, Footloose.... Former Doors drummer John Densmore has a role in the Malcolm McDowell movie Gel Crazy ... Little Malcolm., a movie made more than ten years ago by George Harrison and John Hurt, is about to be considered for general release. It was made before Hurt's successes with Midnight Express and The Elephant Man and Harrison's foray into movie production with the likes of Monty Python's Life of Brian.
As An L.A. Cop in a chopper on night patrol over the city, Roy Scheider is laconic and splendid, but the real star of Blue Thunder (Columbia) is a state-of-the-art experimental helicopter from which the movie takes its title. This secret weapon exists, we are warned, utilizing hardware "real and in use in the U.S. today." Hanging in the air on "whisper mode," virtually silent, it has listening devices that hear through walls, guns that fire 4000 rounds a minute, visual scanners that can "peer down dresses at 1000 feet." Some fun, and Blue Thunder is one hell of a movie, sky-high and handsome, crisply witty as well as exciting. On his hottest streak since Saturday Night Fever, director John Badham has a sure-fire cast--Scheider backed by the late Warren Oates, marvelous in one of his last roles, as a causticpolice captain, with Daniel Stern as Scheider's wry side-kick, Candy Clark as his loyal lady, Malcolm McDowell as the worst of the bad guys.
This is a short story about the brave new world of television. It is not an upbeat story. Dazzling technology aside, there isn't much heartening news to report. If you think television is bad now, I'm here to tell you that it may well get worse.
What Walter Tevis did for pool in his 1959 novel The Hustler he does for chess in The Queen's Gambit (Random House). You don't have to be as obsessive about the game as Tevis is to enjoy this thriller. But if you are, you will be rewarded.
Idol Gossip: Hal (Being There) Ashby will direct Diane Keaton in Modern Bride, described as a "contemporary comedy about a liberated woman who decides to have an old-fashioned wedding." ... Bart Reynolds will play the lead in Blake Edwards' remake of The Man Who Loved Women....The Bee Gees are set to write and perform songs for Paramount's Staying Alive, the sequel to Saturday Night Fever. The continuation (starring John Travolta) picks up Tony Manero's story almost six years after Fever, as he tries to make it as a dancer on the Broadway boards.... William (Body Heat) Hurt and Lee Marvin top-line Orion's film adaptation of Martin Cruz Smith's best-selling novel Gorky Park. The screenplay was written by Dennis (Pennies from Heaven) Potter. ... Author Douglas Adams' trilogy of best sellers--The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe and Life, the Universe and Everything--has been optioned by Ivan Reitman, director of Meatballs and Stripes. Adams will pen the script.... CBS-TV is prepping a post-Korean War follow-up version of M*A*S*H. Initial segments of the spin-off series are being written by Larry Gelbart; so far, three members of the original cast--Harry (Colonel Potter) Morgan, William (Father Mulcahy) Christopher and Jamie (Klinger) Farr--will reprise their roles. As for Alan Alda, he's busy turning The Four Seasons into a TV series. The new M*A*S*H series is scheduled to air in September.
My husband and I answered your questionnaire in the January 1982 issue. I found it very helpful to our sexual relationship, but now I have a few questions. From the questionnaire, I learned that my husband enjoys masturbation--so much so that he indulges in it quite often. I have always thought that masturbation is an adolescent thing or a pleasure indulged in by sexually frustrated people. For quite a while, he seemed uninterested in having sex; he says it was because of marital problems. But I wonder why he should have been interested in me if he could find pleasure through masturbation. Am I not satisfying his sexual needs, or does he have a sexual problem? I hope your advice will help me better understand my husband's sexual needs and wants.--Mrs. J. O., Tucson, Arizona.
It's spring. Most of us--even those who don't currently have any hot prospects--are thinking about love. This seems to be the perfect time to ask the Playmates what special qualities they look for in a prospective lover.
While the 1984 Olympic Games are being touted as Disneyland with sweat by the public-relations staff at the Los Angeles Olympic Organizing Committee, it is a safe bet that plans to shatter that showcase of democracy have already been set in motion. The world has come to expect the death of innocents in the pursuit of the principal terrorist goal: publicity. Given the complexities of guarding the 1984 summer games, those plans have an awesome chance of success.
The two women atop this page are married. Between them, they've cooked more than 8000 meals, changed more than 3000 diapers and washed several tons of clothes. And aren't they lovely? Look at their eyes. See the shyness. And the experience. In many ways, they are the best of American womanhood. The Mrs. America Pageant annually celebrates the beauty of women such as these, and both Marilyn Griffin (above left) and Marilyn Parver (above right) were sent to the finals in Las Vegas by (text continued on page 96) their respective home states. So meet Mrs. Oklahoma 1980 and Mrs. Georgia 1981. And have a little respect. These are mothers. And working mothers at that. Marilyn Griffin, 36, is the current director of the Mrs. Oklahoma Pageant and is a model. You've probably seen two national television commercials she appeared in during the past year--for American Airlines (she's the lady who steps out of a cab and greets the sky cap) and Coca-Cola (she gives the rodeo winner his trophy and a smile). Marilyn Parver, 30, is a make-up artist who, besides owning and operating (with a partner) Indulgence, a popular Atlanta beauty salon, has also been a make-up consultant for Warner Bros. Pictures, Paramount Pictures and television's Emmy-award show. The list of celebrities whose faces her hands have known intimately is too long to print here, but it includes Jack Lemmon, John Wayne, Sidney Poitier, David Cassidy, Gary Coleman, Burt Reynolds, Sally Field, Paul Newman, Warren Beatty, Bette Davis, Lucille Ball, Dudley Moore and Muhammad Ali. Oh, yes--and Rosalynn Carter, who drives all the way from Plains to indulge herself at Indulgence. Mrs. Parver is well traveled, bilingual (she lived in South America for most of her childhood) and shares with Marilyn Griffin an apparently boundless enthusiasm for each of her roles as wife, mother and businesswoman--and, of course, the official state Mrs. "It's fun to go around Georgia in my miniskirt and high heels," she says, "and have people say, incredulously, 'You're Mrs. Georgia?'--to which I reply, 'Yep. And I'm a great cook and I scrub a mean bathroom, too.' "
By and large, civilian bartenders handle the cocktail shaker deftly, whipping up creditable cocktails and coolers for themselves and friends. But homemade potables occasionally lack the elusive nuances that savvy pros impart to their offerings. Understandable. Your typical weekend golfer doesn't knock his tee shot 300 yards down the middle of the fairway à la Jack Nicklaus, either. Fortunately for the entertaining host, it's a lot easier to raise one's hospitality quotient than to lower one's golf score. So what you have on these pages is a cram course in bartender smarts. It starts with an introduction to such exotic drink ingredients as passion-fruit nectar, Falernum, orgeat and Bermuda-sherry peppers--which are a part of a serious barkeep's arsenal. This is supplemented by a searching study of insiders' wiles: the arcane lore that canny barmen acquire with years of experience and guard zealously. Luckily, a number of the more gifted stick men have (concluded on page 160) Bartenders' Secrets (continued from page 103) generously consented to share their back-of-the-bar secrets with Playboy. Look them over, use them judiciously to put a dash of mystery, a jigger of distinction and your own unmistakable stamp of individuality on every drink you build.
In the Jockey ad, half of Jim Palmer's Princely, brooding face is fully lighted, the other half is masked in shadow. This chiaroscuro portrait, intended only to sell underwear, comes alarmingly close to capturing the man. Or, rather, it hints at how elusive a clear view of the dichotomous Palmer can be.
Susie Scott suggested that we meet for dinner at La Caille at Quail Run, a cross between a restaurant and a country estate that lies at the foot of the Wasatch Mountains, outside Salt Lake City. She had posed for some of the pictures here (the ones with the swans) on the grounds and felt at home. We were shown to a table next to a huge fireplace. Susie introduced us to Stephen Wayda, the Utah-based photographer who had discovered her, as well as our Miss March, Alana Soares. We talked shop for a while. Susie was gracious and enthusiastic. "I can't believe the caliber of people I've met at Playboy. The experience has been great. In fact, I'm thinking of doing it again. I'm going to cut my hair short, dye it black, change my name, lose my accent and try out for Playmate all over again. Think it will work?" It's a novel idea, but we told Susie that our readers never forget a face. And we would hate to see her lose her delightful Southern accent. Susie, who was raised in Alabama, moved to Salt Lake City only three years ago, but already she has made an impression. "Months before the magazine was due to come out, the local TV stations had already called me for interviews. One TV reporter asked me what my family thought about my becoming a Playmate. I told him that at the beginning, I didn't tell my parents. Steve and I did the shootings on my lunch hour. When I had to go away on location for a weekend, I told my parents I was going camping. Once it was official, I broke the news. They are now quite proud. And the attitude of the Utah people has been fantastic." Initially, there was some conflict: "My parents are very religious. I come from Alabama, the second most religious state in the country. I live in Utah, which is the most religious state in the country. My parents belong to the Church of Christ, which is a fundamentalist church, akin to Southern Baptist. I am religious. All of my life I was dictated to--dos and don'ts. But I've met people who do the things I was told not to do--people who are nice, who are worthy of respect. It was a revelation. I've changed my attitude. If you feel something is wrong and do it anyway, that's hypocritical. If you were against nudity and posed for Playboy, that would be wrong. But to someone else, it's not a question of right or wrong. Is that clear? I don't feel that this is inconsistent." Susie is thoughtful, reasonable. She is one of our few Utah Playmates, but she is our first Playmate to be a computer whiz--perhaps an even greater distinction. "I started work for Libra Programming when I was 16. I do some data entry, but, for the most part, I deal with operating support contracts that help clients figure out their machines. Libra has been a great place to work. They've given me the time off to pursue the Playboy thing, to see what it holds. I am free to fly off for a shooting without fear of losing my job." Susie is not your typical computer person--she made us rethink our attitude about people in the profession. "One of the guys, who works for IBM, brought his 13-year-old son around to meet me--his first Playmate. The son even wrote me a letter. I was flattered." As dinner progressed, she told us more about her background. "My father is a quality-assurance manager for General Telephone & Electronics. When we lived in Alabama, he built a house on 27 acres. It was a perfect childhood. We boarded horses, had a kennel, cows, a large pond for fishing. I was raised in the backwoods. I thought I would never learn to drive. Moving to Salt Lake, to my first big city, was a big change. Utah is a physical state. There are mountains, lakes, deserts--there's always something to do. In Alabama, you had to make your own fun." Like what? "What do you think? No, wait a minute, that doesn't sound right. I went fishing. I played in the woods, I became interested in men. I just love men to death, probably even more so now that I'm older and can appreciate them. I pick my friends rather carefully. I'd rather have five close friends than 50." Nowadays, Susie makes most of her friends through I sports. She is a serious runner. Her typical day: "Six A.M., wake up. A half hour of stretching exercises. Run four to five miles, then breakfast. Eight to five, work. Six to 6:30, rest. Six-thirty to ten, visit friends or read." Her definition of free time may include a five-mile jog up Emigration Canyon or around one of the parks in downtown Salt Lake City.
Your wardrobe is not all that dissimilar to your record collection: Through the years, you pass over the fads and come back to those things that touch the deepest chords of satisfaction. In music, The Modern Jazz Quartet qualifies as a contemporary classic. It has staying power--as evidenced by its recent regrouping. (The quartet broke up in 1974 after 22 years of great gigs.) The clothes the members model here also have staying power. Each outfit is a cornerstone upon which to build a wardrobe. Sure, these clothes are safe, but if you were a mountain climber, wouldn't you opt for a rigorous testing record in selecting ropes to get you to the top?
Obviously, the year in movies belongs to Steven Spielberg, the head of that video/film conglomerate known as E.T. & T. E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial cost $10,500,000 to make and roughly half that to sell. It opened June 15th and made $11,900,000 the first weekend. Show Business, the Insider's Newsletter said, "Looks good, but it's no Star Trek II." Right. As an aside, we should point out that for most of Hollywood, movies that come quick are good news. Over the summer, we were treated to headlines in Variety that claimed that Rocky III had set a weekend record, selling more than $16,000,000 worth of tickets in the first four days at 939 theaters. (In Hollywood, four days equal one weekend.) Other ads proclaimed Star Trek II the winner, with $14,300,000 in three days. Who cares? According to Show Business, summer ticket sales were 1.4 billion dollars, of which 25 percent was accounted for by E.T. and Rocky III. The top eight films of the summer did about half of the year's gross. For most of you, the summer in movies consisted of E.T., Rocky III, Star Trek II, Poltergeist, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, Annie, Firefox and An Officer and a Gentleman. Christmas added 48 HRS., Tootsie, Sophie's Choke and Gandhi, a three-hour movie about the world's most famous vegetarian. If, by any chance, you still had some discretionary income, you could have treated yourself to some minor but magic pictures. Barbarians made a comeback in 1982. We liked The Beastmaster, The Sword and the Sorcerer and Conan the Barbarian, which offers one magic moment when the witch has an orgasm, turns into a fireball and ricochets around A the room. On second thought, that is not magic. Happens in our apartment every weekend. Sure. Then there is a scene in I, the Jury that will go down with the shower scene in Psycho for the Our Worst Fears Confirmed Award: The chef at a Tokyo-style restaurant stops chopping steak and slashes the throat of a woman diner. Neat. There was an increasing alliance between Hollywood and business in 1982. Merchandising was the big word. We're surprised someone didn't start a line of I, the Jury Japanese sushi bars. Or a line of make-up products based on the morning-after face in Poltergeist (right). It was bad enough their premier product, The Fatly Arbuckle Story. Moving right along: It was a great year for foreign films, especially from Australia. Mel Gibson gets our award for Best Hero of the Year (only Sandahl Bergman and Arnold Schwarzenegger came close). The Feral Kid should have a sequel of his own; if they market his razor-edged boomerang, there are a couple of kids in the neighborhood who deserve one. Even the French managed to make a movie that didn't sound like a first-year lecture in psychology. Diva was seeing E.T.'s face in every store window at Christmas. When the folks at Coca-Cola bought Columbia Pictures, there was a rumor that they planned a film that would feature wonderfully weird; it could even play at a drive-in, which is the ultimate test of quality film making. Finally, we'd like to thank A. T. & T. for not using E.T. In its ads. We guess when you're a monopoly, you don't have to have fun.
We sent Contributing Editor David Rensin to find out why Charlton Heston has chosen to speak out lately on a variety of public issues and to see what sort of man lives behind his history of larger-than-life roles. Rensin told us, I arrived at Heston's huge house at 8:30 A.M., noticing the Guard dogs on duty, Stay in car and beep horn sign as I negotiated his winding driveway. He met me at the door and we settled into facing Eames chairs for three hours. Heston took great pains to make each point absolutely clear; but in relaxed moments, he took himself a good deal less seriously than the public might expect. He has a weakness for peanut butter, and he makes good coffee."
One Day, a bold hunter went into the bush to hunt. On the same day, a lion was hunting there and also Dom, a native. It happened that the hunter came upon a place where an antelope was standing, and he was about to fit an arrow to his bow when he saw Dom kill it.
She is Hard to pin down, perhaps because success has driven her all over the map, from Munich and London to Rome and L.A., for starters. As an international nomad--and, arguably, the hardest-working Wunderkind in world cinema right now--Nastassia Kinski keeps a small flat in Paris, has recently leased a hideaway in the Bahamas and owns another apartment overlooking Manhattan's Central Park. Which is not where she receives members of the press, at least not for the moment. "It's a mess," she says nonchalantly, flopping into an easy chair while waiting for room service in the Park Avenue hotel suite that will be home for the next several days. She means that the apartment's a mess because she's had no time to fix it up or buy things. The hotel suite is a mess, too, cluttered with flowers, cards, scripts, photographs, coffee cups and what all.
Time was when Poland's government kept busy with Solidarity and looking warily over its collectivist shoulder to the East. But now its Communist Party Central Committee has issued a pinup calendar full of camaraderie from Warsaw, Gdansk--all over the land. A sellout at two dollars a crack, it's Poland's biggest success since the Big Cardinal flew to Rome. So are male Poles crashing the party to get at the girls? Only if they want martial law back. So we'll have to sympathize with all Polish studs as they mutter in frustration at the Kalendarz, "I couldn't touch that, even with a ten-inch Pole."
Its spring, and young men's fancies everywhere are turning to thoughts of golf, tennis, jogging, swimming and, of course, lovely ladies in the latest summer styles. And whether you're under par on the back nine, serving a match-point ace or just doing some serious people watching by the pool, Playboy casualwear and accessories can be right there with you. Our emergence as a status brand is no accident, as over the past 30 years, the jaunty Playboy Rabbit Head has become one of the most recognized symbols in the world. More good news: The outfits pictured below are just a smattering of the looks for both men and women that bear the Playboy and Playmate labels. They're available at better stores across the country. Seek, gentlemen and ladies, and ye shall find.
The compact digital-audio-disc player, introduced not long ago, represents such a quantum leap in sound reproduction that even some of the most skeptical audio buffs are being blown away by this newfangled format's dynamic range. The discs, as you probably know, are digitally encoded four-and-three-quarter-inch platters (one is pictured here) that hold one hour of music per side. As each is read by a laser beam instead of a stylus, there's zero wear on the record surface; and, no, you don't have to scrap your current rig, as an audio-disc player will dovetail nicely with most sonic setups. In about six months, as soon as ample software and additional machines are available, we'll tell you more. Keep in touch.
Ford's original 1955 Thunderbird, now a coveted classic, began life as a Johnny-come-lately answer to Chevrolet's first Corvette. Built on a cut-down sedan chassis, the 'Bird was barely 20 months in gestation from management approval to public introduction in the fall of 1954. A check of the records shows that it one-upped Corvette's "Blue Flame Six" (the 'Bird came loaded with a 198-hp, 292-cubic-inch V8) and handily outsold its crosstown rival ten to one that first year. But Ford saw greater sales in more seats than two, so the graceful two-seat 'Bird was replaced for 1958 with a larger, five-passenger version. For 18 years, the T-bird grew fatter and plusher, then was downsized for 1977 and again for 1980. But the once proud 'Bird had lost its spirit. More fluff than substance, it was a shoe-box-shaped shadow of its former self. Well, rejoice, 'Bird watchers of America: Your car is back in fighting trim for 1983, lighter, leaner and vastly more appealing. Its sensuously rounded, aerodynamic new body looks as if it were designed in Zuffenhausen, not Detroit. It rides on bump-eating, gas-filled shocks, and it coddles both driver and front passenger in individual reclining seats. Most surprising is a hot, high-performance Turbo Coupe version guaranteed to knock the socks off the most jaded driving enthusiast. The Turbo model comes with dual fog lamps, multi ad just able bucket seats, electric remote-control mirrors, big black-wall tires on aluminium wheels and a special handling suspension with axle-taming horizon tal hydraulic dampers. Forget all you've heard about turbocharged Ford fours. The Turbo Coupe may be only 2.3 liters large, but it goes like a greased snake on a griddle. With each intake port individually fuel injected and everything overseen by computer, it pumps out 145 very healthy horses--sufficient to soar the 3000-pound 'Bird to 60 mph in nine seconds flat with the standard close-ratio manual five-speed. Although not as brutishly fast as Ford's H.O. V8-powered Mustangs, the Turbo 'Bird is more sophisticated, more fuel efficient (18 mpg city and 29 highway are projected) and a more athletic handler. This is the flattest-cornering, sweetest-handling Ford to grace a showroom since the legendary Boss Mustangs of more than a decade ago. Best of all, this made-in-America driver's car is base priced at just $11,790. Talk about a cheap way to fly!