Sometimes, it seems the whole world is on video. "Do I marry her? Do I ice her?" Those immortal words were spoken by Charley the hit man, the central figure of Prizzi's Honor (available on video). Richard Condon, author of more than 21 novels, brings Charley and his first love, Maerose, back in a prequel called Prizzi's Family. Our excerpt (illustrated by Robert Risko) is part of a novel that will be published in September by G. P. Putnam. Figuring that one good hit deserves another, we also present Hush Puppies, by West Coast Editor Stephen Randall. It's the story of a Yuppie hit man whose target is the neighborhood dogs. (Bill Benway supplies the graphics.) Imagine One Hundred and One Dalmatians (not available on video, but who cares?) meeting The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (available on video) to get the idea.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), September 1986, Volume 33, Number 9. Published Monthly by Playboy, Playboy Building, 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago, Illinois 60611. Subscriptions: In the United States and its possessions, $56 for 36 issues, $38 for 24 issues, $24 for 12 issues Canada, $35 for 12 issues. Elsewhere, $35 (U.S. Currency) 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 55230, Boulder, Colorado 80323-5230, and allow 45 days for change. Circulation: Ed Condon, Director/Direct Marketing; Jack Bernstein, Circulation Promotion Director. Advertising: New York: Elaine Hershman, New York Manager; Walter Kuenstler, Marketing Director, 747 Third Avenue, New York 10017; Chicago: 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago 60611; Detroit: 3001 West Big Beaver Road, Troy, Michigan 48084; West Coast: Brian Van Mols, Manager, 8560 Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles 90069.
Spike Lee had a problem. The award winning New York University Film School graduate wanted to make a film about a single black woman who had three boyfriends and a lesbian admirer. Hot material, to say the least. But how could he get it right on film? He set a premium on realism and believability, so he decided that a sex survey would provide accurate data. With the aid of a female friend, Lee, 29, surveyed 30 black women about sex. Among other things, he asked them, "What would you consider a freak? Are you one?" and "Have you ever O.D.'d on sex?" Some of the replies ended up in the final version of Lee's independently made, low-budget sex farce, She's Gotta Have It, one of the surprise favorites at this year's Cannes Film Festival and currently in U.S. release by Island Pictures.
Lesley Gore is celebrated for having originated such great oldies of female pop as "It's My Party" and "You Don't Own Me." Now we're awaiting her new solo LP and a collaboration with Lou"Lightning Strikes" Christie, both due out on the Manhattan label soon. In a brilliant move, we asked Gore to judge former Go-Go's lead singer Belinda Carlisle's first solo venture, "Belinda" (I.R.S.).
We told you it was loud department: A Toronto shrink, Thomas Verny, coauthor of The Secret Life of the Unborn Child, says that heavy metal and hard rock are hated by the unborn. He cites two women who were exposed to heavy metal during pregnancy, one at a concert, the other at a recording session. In both instances, the babies kicked so hard that the mothers suffered broken ribs. Verny's advice: Go for melody.
Dear Team Member:Sorry I've allowed another great season in the National Football League to draw so near without letting you hear from your owner, who only happens to be your biggest fan; but, as many of you know--or perhaps have read in the columns--Clarissa and I ran into a good bit of trouble redecorating the beach house in Fiji.
Strange days, indeed; most peculiar, Momma. The tension in this culture is tight. There's something happening here, and what it is is exactly clear: There is an Unholy Alliance of extreme right-wingers and fundamentalists and feminists that is antimale, antisexual and anti--First Amendment. Three for three.
When I read Asa Baber's column "The Lysistrata Syndrome" (Men, Playboy, February), something I'd always wondered about came to mind. Baber portrays the men in Lysistrata as "hobbling about the stage with unquenched erections." I can go weeks without a hard-on unless I am in bed with a woman or jacking off. Although I've had my few instances of not being able to get it up at all, my hard-on never seem to last as long as I'd like (unless I'm drinking) or to be as hard as on those few mornings I wake up with a real stiff one. It's an awkward thing to talk about, so I've always had these doubts and fears in the back of my mind: Am I a wimp? Am I gay? Is it hormones? I feel guilty every time I see a good-looking girl or one of your pictorials and don't get an instant erection. I've been to bed with 50 or 60 women (I'm 29) and, for the most part, perform fine. Am I crazy or would taking hormones help me? Where do you get them?--J.J., Indianapolis, Indiana.
Even Kansas stockboys are trembling in fear of the Meese commission's ominous report on pornography. Since convenience stores started pulling men's magazines from their shelves, store owners have been scrutinizing all their magazines more carefully. In one case, American Photographer's May issue was pulled from some Kansas stores because a stock-boy noticed a naked breast (shown at right) in an article on Victor Skrebneski, a high-style advertising, portrait and fashion photographer.
When fundamentalists drove Playboy from the newsstands of 7-Eleven stores across the country, an enterprising Texan named J. Ashleigh Burke came up with an alternative product for convenience-store consumption. Burke, author of The X-Rated Book: Sex and Obscenity in the Bible (J.A.B. Press, Department 312, 10502 Telephone Road, Houston, Texas 77075, $8.95), shot a letter off to Southland Corporation in which he suggested that his racy interpretation of the Good Book be made available to 7-Eleven customers to give Jerry Falwell and the churches "a dose of their own medicine."
The bitter rivalry between two single Yuppies for the sexual favors of beautiful women had been going on for years. One day, an angel appeared to one of them and said, "God has sent me to teach you a lesson. I will give you anything you ask for, but whatever you get, your neighbor will get twice as much. If you want wealth, you will be wealthy. But he will be twice as wealthy. If you want a big car, he will have one twice as big."
Our art selection for this month's Gallery is a cartoon by longtime Playboy contributor Eldon Dedini that first appeared in the January 1964 issue. As a commentary on the moral indignation expressed by prudish critics of the then-burgeoning Playboy Clubs, it was both timely and funny. Regrettably, it still is. In recent years, the forces of censorship have returned in the form of right-wing religionists such as the Reverend Jerry Falwell and politicians such as Attorney General Edwin Meese. As a result, the ax-wielding old biddy is just as relevant now as she was in 1964, which is to say that maybe things haven't changed much after all. The price of freedom of speech is still eternal vigilance. On the flip side of our Gallery foldout, there's a pulse-quickening photo of film and recording star Vanity, taken by photographer Daniel Poulin in January 1981, when his subject was still known as actress D. D. Winters. That was just before rock mega-monster Prince discovered her, changed her name and produced her first album (Vanity 6). Since then, the deliciously sensuous Vanity has split from Prince and made admirable career strides on her own. Her latest album, Skin on Skin, hit the charts last spring, and one track, Under the Influence, is the basis for one of the hottest videos of the year. Her movie career has taken off, too. Her latest film role is in the just-released Never Too Young to Die, and she also has a sizable role in an upcoming Cannon film, 52 Pick-Up, with Ann-Margret and Roy Scheider. If you ask us, however, she'll never look better than she does right here.
You don't drive or sail hovercrafts, you fly them; they ride on a cushion of air that's produced by a large fan and contained inside a heavy-duty skirt around the base of the hull. Our identified flying object below, the Sunrider II, can skim across a level surface--land, water, ice, snow--at a speed upwards of 35 mph, carrying a maximum pay load of 440 pounds. The fiberglass craft has two engines: a 500-c.c. main thrust unit that provides the forward push and a 250-c.c. lift motor that powers the downdraft fan, which gets the critter off the ground. The Sunrider's builders have been in the A.C.V. (air-cushion vehicle) business for four years; they bought the original design in Europe (where A.C.V.s are widely used by the military and as seagoing car and passenger ferries) and re-engineered it to comply with U.S. Coast Guard regulations. It carries two comfortably and features a tinted windscreen, a jazzy instrumentation panel and a padded seat. Base price is about $11,000. A camouflage package is optional for those who want to play Delta Force.
"Somebody Out There Doesn't Like Us"--U.S. Intelligence Agencies think it's just a matter of time before Qaddafi's hit squads and other International Terrorists begin practicing their deadly art in America. Are we prepared? A disturbing article by Senator Alan J. Dixon