There's nothing like having to mail a big check made out to the Internal Revenue Service on April 15 to really tick a guy off. This month, Playboy profiles the man who's costing you a sizable chunk of that money: Charles Keating, self-professed moral crusader turned prince of moral bankruptcy and squire of the $2.6 billion debt we, the people, will have to pay. In Profit Without Honor, Contributing Editor Joe Morgenstern exposes the monster of greed who inaugurated the biggest financial debacle in recent history.
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Not one but two new movies adapted from E. M. Forster novels follow in the picturesque pathways blazed by A Room with a View and A Passage to India. The best of the latest duo is Howards End (Orion Classics), from Room's producer/director team of Ismail Merchant and James Ivory, working again with Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, whose spirited screenplay turns a fine book into cinematic quicksilver.
In the Nineties, the world got the word, and the word was multiculturalism. But this concept is old news to jazz, which took shape in the multicultural stewpot of turn-of-the-century New Orleans---where the recipe included musical ingredients from Africa, France, Spain and the Southern and Midwestern United States. Jazz continues to open itself to other cultures, and the fusions fascinate.
Robert Stone has written several of the finest contemporary novels: A Hall of Mirrors, Dog Soldiers, A Flag for Sunrise and Children of Light. These books grapple with major ethical issues in pertinent dramatic settings such as the war zones of Vietnam and Central America, and they engage our imaginations with characters of uncommon courage.
From his early fumblings as Gerald Ford on Saturday Night Live to his adored antics as Clark Griswold in National Lampoon's vacation movies, Chevy Chase has made America laugh. So it's surprising that, when renting videos, he doesn't go straight to the comedy shelf. "The Marx Brothers had some great funny moments," he says, "but there aren't many films that make me laugh. I prefer the emotional moments in movies like Lawrence of Arabia and Citizen Kane." Meanwhile, Chevy has introduced his three daughters to cinema oldies via video. "Mary Poppins and Danny Kaye films are favorites, and I'm starting to show them classic pictures like Captain Blood with Errol Flynn." And when the kids go to sleep? "My wife and I sit on the bed and watch TV. Or read. Or. . . ."
I went out on a limb in the September Men column and defended the reputation of William Kennedy Smith. "As I see it," I wrote, "Smith is already as much a victim in this case as his accuser claims to be. . . . All it takes to lynch a man these days is the accusation of rape."
When my husband's brother got married recently, one of his friends arranged for a stripper to entertain at the stag party. The young lady who performed started out in a police uniform on a ruse that the guest of honor was being arrested for unpaid parking tickets. Then she produced a boom box, turned on some raucous music and started peeling---and playing imaginative games with her nightstick. The stripper's performance made a big impression on my husband. He has always liked my body, and sometimes I show it off by going around the house braless in a thin top or without panties in a short skirt. He always gets turned on, but the reactions I've elicited don't hold a candle---or a nightstick---to the excitement that stripper created. Our anniversary is coming up, and for his gift, I've decided to perform a striptease dance. Got any suggestions for a truly memorable celebration?---T. D., Indianapolis, Indiana.
Complete the sentence "Sex is . . ." as many times as possible in ten minutes. This is an exercise from Allies in Healing, by Laura Davis, a support book for partners of people who were sexually abused as children. The goal is communication and better understanding of one's self and one's partner. Partners sit together and compare lists. They then try to find an area of compatibility---a common ground for discussion.
Sex and politics make strange bedfellows. Stranger still are the new morality campaigns and their self-proclaimed real-men spokespeople. These odd-couple pairings are backed by right-wing coalitions and personal foundations.
In 1896, the Supreme Court ruled in the case of "Plessy vs. Ferguson" that separate but equal accommodations for blacks in railroad cars did not violate the "equal protection" clause of the 14th Amendment and, therefore, were constitutionally valid. While the majority opinion was ponderously written and strained the bounds of reason, the dissenting opinion, authored by Kentucky-born Justice John Marshall Harlan, was an exercise in simple eloquence: "In the eyes of the law, there is in this country no superior, dominant, ruling class of citizens. There is no caste here. Our Constitution is color-blind, and neither knows nor tolerates classes among citizens . . . the humblest is the peer of the most powerful."
We Watch Entertainment Tonight. We read Premiere. We know all about the fake blood, stuntmen, special effects and other illusions that Hollywood uses to make movie magic. We know that Robin Williams wasn't really flying in Hook and that T2's Arnold Schwarzenegger is actually human (or at least close to it) in real life, But as much as we like to think we know it all, the movie business still has a handful of mysteries that it's reluctant to share, even with John Tesh and Liz Smith feeding us scoops. And certainly one of the most alluring of those mysteries is Shelley Michelle.
As I sat in the courtroom watching prosecutor Moira Lasch meander through her lame closing argument at the William Kennedy Smith rape trial, it struck me that I might be witnessing something historic: the beginning of the end of a certain kind of feminism.
Yo, homeboys and girls. Listen up. In the beginning was the word and, 200 years later, we're still debating it. It's tougher these days to define free speech when the politically correct police are on your doorstep. Nothing recently has galvanized both sides of this debate in pop culture as much as Ice Cube's LP Death Certificate. Filled with anger and hostility toward Koreans, his former Jewish manager and other whites, Death Certificate nevertheless shot up the charts. Last fall, in an unprecedented move, Billboard, the music-industry bible, wrote an editorial condemning the lyrics for their "unabashed violence."
In early childhood Peter Phelan had heard the Malachi events spoken of in cryptic bits by his mother, later heard more from his brother Francis, who was seven when it happened, and in time heard it garbled by street-corner wags who repeated the mocking rhyme:
When Cady Cantrell arrived in Chicago from her current hometown of Atlanta to shoot her Playmate centerfold, she had just finished her first acting class and was eager to try out her new skills. So after a hectic day of photo sessions, we decided to introduce her to a friend from Chicago's Second City group on the city's Near North Side. We're thinking dinner and shoptalk with a rising star of the troupe, John Rubano, before catching his show. Waiting for a table at Trattoria Roma, Rubano points out from the celebrity pictures on the walls shots of Jim Belushi and George Wendt, two of the many actors who got their start at Second City. Nineteen-year-old Cady laughingly calls their predecessors, John Belushi, Dan Aykroyd and Bill Murray, "older comedians---my mom likes them." The 32-year-old Rubano winces. Cady laughs, her 5'7" body shaking and green eyes flashing. The trattoria's other patrons toss her appreciative glances. Her nonchalance at being the center of attention makes it obvious that she's no stranger to it. Is it from her four years as a high school cheerleader, first in Lanett, Alabama, then in Norcross, Georgia? Is it her earlier modeling for Playboy's Book of Lingerie and Bathing Beauties photo collections? Or was it perhaps her time on the front lines as a waitress at Hooters in Georgia? "No," Cady insists, "I've learned a lot more about the realities of life as a good-looking woman from the envious behavior of other women."
I'd heard that virtual reality was a seductive world in which one's fondest desires and deepest imaginings---even sexual ones---could be realized with a wave of the hand, that it was an electronic, technicolor, three-dimensional wonderland of sight, sound and even touch. It was called cyberspace and I wanted to go there.
Except for a stint as a supermarket bag-boy in his home town of Syracuse, New York, Bobcat Goldthwait's entire life has been comedy. Early fans---in the unlikely event they don't recall his screeching delivery---may remember hint as Jimmy Goldthwait; he had to borrow his brother's I.D. to work stand-up in clubs where liquor was served.
Home Theater is the electronics buzzword of the Nineties. By linking a large-screen television to video sources and a surround-sound audio system, you can create a cinematic experience in your living room that will hold its own against what most multiplexes have to offer.
Adecade ago, Playboy sent Contributing Photographer David Chan to the nation's Great Plains in search of middle America's comeliest coeds-the girls of the Big Eight Conference. A clutch of colleges nestled between the Rockies and the Mississippi (with schools in Colorado, Iowa, Missouri and Nebraska and two each in Kansas and Oklahoma), the Big Eight marks the bull's-eye of the continental U.S.---geographically and culturally. The ladies of the conference, we reported in 1982, were a ripe representation of the country's college crowd, including "flower children, sorority people, freaky people, punk people, everybody." And as Chan's portfolio proved, they were beautiful to boot. But now it's a decade later. Would a return visit to the country's cornfields reap as bountiful a harvest as the first trip? We sent Chan back to Big Eight country and he captured some scenery you won't find in the Farmer's Almanac. "It was staggering," says Managing Photo Editor Jeff Cohen. "More than 200 women snowed up in Colorado alone-with similar turnouts in Missouri, Nebraska and Iowa. And each one looked prettier than the last." We narrowed the plentiful crop to a breathtaking 41 ladies. (Pick your favorite and help her win $5000 to further her education. See details on page 143.) So enjoy---and, hey, welcome back.
The date---with its flammable mixture of male and female, cocktails and desire---has long held a special place in the male imagination. When we picture the ultimate date, we see James Bond in a white dinner jacket.
Each of our classy home-theater systems will deliver the Star Wars trilogy in intergalactic splendor. But what happens when your eyes start to spin and all you want to do is kick back and listen to some tunes? To be complete, any audio/video package must have a few key items from the sonic side. Here are our recommendations:
Camcorders have come a long way since those days when most models looked like bazookas. Today's pint-sized shooters come in a variety of formats---VHS-C, Super VHS, 8mm and Hi-8---and they can be held, literally, in the palm of your hand. In fact, Panasonic's Palmcorder measures only four and one half inches high. VHS-C models come with an adapter that enables you to play the mini-VHS tapes in your VHS tape deck. Camcorders using the 8mm formats can be plugged directly into most TVs for playback. Otherwise, an 8mm deck must be purchased to view the tapes. With all formats, you can also get power zooms, low-light-shooting capability and other nifty features. What you don't get is a hernia from carrying your camera.