Racial Hostility is our continuing national shame. What did we learn between the time Watts burned in 1965 and South Central Los Angeles ignited last spring? Not much. In No Justice, No Peace, author and former L.A. prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi focuses on an oft-overlooked villain: the D.A. This month, the cops who allegedly beat Rodney King will be tried in federal court--but it's the local district attorney, argues Bugliosi, who must rigorously prosecute cops who are charged with brutality. If not, no citizen among the poor will trust in justice--and the next riot will be inevitable.
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A Half Hour Later You're Hungry Again Department: John Denver played concerts in China and, for the first time, the government allowed tickets to be sold directly to the public. It seems the government likes Denver's environmental activities. We're relieved. We thought it was the music.
Director Rob Reiner's A Few Good Men(Columbia), adapted by Aaron Sorkin from his hit Broadway play, is dynamite on screen. Except for a midsection that lags a bit, the movie crackles along like a contemporary Caine Mutiny. The subject here is murder in a Marine barracks in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Tom Cruise plays the Navy lawyer assigned to defend two robotic leathernecks (James Marshall and Wolfgang Bodison) accused of killing a fellow Marine--a Hispanic who had leapfrogged the chain of command in begging for a transfer. In his performance as the brilliant but intimidated son of a famous trial lawyer, Cruise proves again that there's true grit behind his good looks. Demi Moore, as his skeptical associate in uniform, plays it straight, too, and there's hardly a hint of romance between them to muck up the risky business afoot. Kevin Bacon, Kiefer Sutherland and Kevin Pollak help to make the movie's case about military arrogance and self-righteousness. But the crux of it is Jack Nicholson's corrosive performance as Colonel Jessep, Guantanamo's commanding officer, who has his evil eye fixed on a job with the National Security Council. Nicholson projects Ollie North ethics and killer instinct, plus a bone-chilling presence sure to make him one of A Few Good Men's aces at Oscar time. [rating]4 bunnies[/rating]
Who knows what to believe? Comic actor Jon Lovitz, who played the Liar and Annoying Man during his five-year stint on Saturday Night Live, used to claim he was married to Morgan Fairchild. He wasn't, but she called and took him to dinner. So he says. Nowadays he gives the lie to another misconception: "People just assume that because you're on SNL, you'll have a movie career. It's not true." The truth is, Lovitz was a base stealer in every scene he had as Ernie the baseball scout in A League of Their Own. Overall, he has made a dozen films since 1986 and will soon be back on-screen in National Lampoon's Loaded Weapon 1, a spoof of the Lethal Weapon movies. Lovitz plays an outright parody of the Joe Pesci role--a part originally written for Lovitz. You with us?
Country singer Randy Travis has three VCRs--one on his tour bus, one back in Nashvilie and one at his vacation home on Maui (where the Grammy winner likes to settle in with his wife, Lib, and catch up on flicks such as Little Man Tate, Airplane! and Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves). Still, Travis does most of his vid viewing on the road. "After a show I'll have a bite and watch a tape while we're riding to the next town." His favorite in-transit tapes: old TV shows--namely, his own country favorites, Bonanza and The Andy Griffith Show. "One year the guys in the band gave me a set of all the Andy Griffiths as a Christmas present. I used to watch it as a kid--the writing was wonderful and the show had good morals. Parents could learn from the way Andy handled Opie."
Since That First Egyptian scribbled on papyrus, books haven't changed much. But now there's a movement afoot to replace (or perhaps augment) that package of pages full of printed text with glowing screens, computer diskettes and CD-ROMs. Like latter-day Luddites, some booklovers rail against this corruption. Computer nerds keep grinning at their VDTs, confident that the future belongs to them.
The controversy over whether or not women in the military should be sent into battle remind me of arguments waged 20 years ago within the Los Angeles Police Department. The thinking then was that women did have a place in police work but not in the rough-and-tumble streets of Los Angeles.
A few months ago the Advisor ran a letter about multiple orgasms. I'm curious about a couple of things: How common are multiple orgasms, and are the women who have them different from women who experience just a single orgasm during lovemaking?--P. L., St. Petersburg, Florida.
This is the season of beginnings, and President Bill Clinton's inaugural speech will reverberate with references to a new world order and America's place in it. The talk will be about challenges from Tokyo, Hong Kong and Frankfurt in the competition for jobs, consumer markets and industrial orders, and how to put America back to work.
Andrew Sullivan, writing in The New Republic, offers an explanation of why the drug ecstasy is so popular with both gay and heterosexual clubgoers: "The obvious explanation is that it's cheap and fun. But it's also, I think, the latest wrinkle in plague psychology. As an antidote to anxiety, the drug has finally found its perfect market. Ecstasy seems to be able to provide instant intimacy, intimacy without fear, either of disease or commitment. It acts as a depressant of sexual desire, accentuating a more aesthetic form of eroticism. For people who have never known sexual relations without fear of death (which is true of my entire generation), it allows for a kind of pseudosex, in which contemplation replaces coitus, and terror is chemically dispelled. It also fosters, however briefly, a sense of community, where no community really exists, riven as it is by the strong tensions of HIV. For all these reasons, it is as ubiquitous as it is unsettling, a happy drug that is a cure for unbanished sadness, an e ar muffler for the white noise of death."
This article was adapted from "Dream Makers, Dream Breakers: The World of Justice Thurgood Marshall," by Carl T. Rowan, to be published by Little, Brown. Rowan is a nationally syndicated and award-winning journalist whose relationship with Marshall spanned three decades. As Marshall's fierce passion for individual rights succumbed to the conservative majority, he was particularly eloquent in their defense, as his dissents illustrate (see sidebar). Few knew Marshall as Rowan did, or could chronicle the intimate details of the life of this Supreme Court giant as well.
In Hollywood, some have actually begun calling him the new Robert Redford. He doesn't have the height, the golden-boy looks or the track record, but if his breakneck rise from TV actor to big-screen movie star to big-screen director is any measurement, then Danny DeVito can surely stand tall with the Redfords. He is one of an elite group of artists to find success both in front of and behind the camera. A diminutive dynamo (he stands five feet tall) who began his double duty as actor and director only five years ago, DeVito took an important step last month with his most ambitious project to date: "Hoffa," Twentieth Century Fox's $42 million epic starring Jack Nicholson as Jimmy Hoffa, the Teamster boss who disappeared in 1975.
Look Close. Keep looking. Study every pose, every photo from here to the picnic on page 77, if you haven't already, and remember one thing: There is no S on Stephanie Seymour's chest. Although you seldom see her name in print without the word supermodel attached, the S word isn't sufficient to specify Ms. S. "Celebrity" is better, but that rings of empty glamour. "Beauty" is not enough. In fact, this famously beautiful woman resists any single word. That's one of her secrets. Like anyone worth dreaming of, Stephanie is a bit of a mystery enigmatically wrapped. In this portfolio by Sante D'Orazio, she is wonderfully wrapped in nothing at all. Harper's Bazaar called her "one of the world's most sought-after and highly paid models." By way of self-definition, she tells us, "I'm a model, a mother, but mainly just a normal goil." Now, on the isle of St. Barth's in the Caribbean, you can see this superb model modeling nothing but herself. "I do love posing nude. For me the feeling in these pictures is freedom and strength. Put clothes on me and I wouldn't look pretty anymore, I'd look sad!" Stephanie, 24, took Manhattan by storm in 1985 as the latest in a line of long, leggy cover girls launched by the Elite modeling agency. Romantically linked to Elite guru John Casablancas, Stephanie became a star. Her love life was tabloid fodder, her privacy gone for good. Soon came four stellar appearances in Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue, along with fashion shoots for magazines from the West Coast to the Ivory Coast to the Côte d'Azur. Allure magazine named Stephanie, along with her friendly rivals Cindy Crawford, Naomi Campbell and Elle Macpherson, as the embodiment of "perfection for the Nineties." "I don't have the perfect Barbie-doll face," she says modestly, "but I did get famous for this body." Less perfect than Stephanie's flesh was the psychic cost of stardom. First, a fling with Warren Beatty titillated celebrity hounds. Then came her relationship with Axl Rose of Guns n' Roses--producing a gossipfest that welcomed Stephanie to the jungle of heavy-metal fame. Axl gave her a $20,000 ring after a lovers' spat, the papers said. Axl reportedly canceled a concert because she had dumped him for Charlie Sheen--a story denied by Rose's spokesman. (Sheen's spokesman did confirm the romance, however.) Axl ripped "old man" Beatty's "parasitic needs" onstage in Paris. He was just sticking up for the goil he loved. "Axl is the most honest, open, bright and sensitive man I know," she says of the noted musical maniac. "I'm sad the world doesn't know him the way I do or the world would love him, too. You know what we do? We go to the grocery store and then cook. He's a little domestic head." She has a son from a marriage that ended last year. "We're toilet training now. Glamourous, huh?" Not as glamourous as her Victoria's Secret spreads, and not close to these pages. Now for the news: "I don't think I'll do any more nudes. It's done. The pictures are strong and unique and maybe a bit shocking. I didn't hold anything back," says Stephanie. "So save this issue, people. It's my grand finale." Five years ago Stephanie was in such demand on New York City's social circuit that it seemed she never slept. "Life was moving too fast," she says. Weary of that sleepless town, she returned to California, her home state. Stephanie lives in Los Angeles and communes with the sea, generally dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, not a gown. "I'm no fashion plate at home," she says. "That would be like work." Although she played Axl's bride in a Guns n' Roses video, in real life they're not Man n' Wife and aren't telling if they will be. "I don't want to jinx it," says superstitious Stephanie. What is it about Stephanie that magnetizes men? Her eyes, which may be green or blue depending on the light, are unique. Ditto her modeling technique: A photographer friend calls it sensuous creativity. Maybe her secret is secrets. Stephanie seems to keep them behind those changeable eyes. "I am a very private person," she says. "I don't open up easily, share my feelings impulsively. I think a person's feelings should be sacred." Stephanie Seymour, supermodel? "Why not?" she asks. "I guess it's good to be a super something." Her credentials are in order. Like Cindy Crawford, Naomi Campbell and a few others, she is gorgeous, glamourous and seldom seen in public without a famous man beside her. But Stephanie is also a devoted mother, an independent thinker, a celebrity in her own right. More than her looks or her press clips, she is, in one fan's words, "a superwoman."
My Best Friend's girlfriend--or, I should say, his fiancée--taught me a remarkably effective method of picking up women, and I don't care what your feelings are on the matter, I'm here to tell you the lady knew what she was talking about: She told me what to do, I did it and it worked. Simple as that.
Why Do women take so long in the rest room? They're creating graffiti. That's what I concluded after numerous trips to women's rooms in a liberal arts building at the University of California at Berkeley, where I was doing postgraduate work. In fact, the most entertaining stuff from my time there was what I found in the bathroom. Armed with my notebook and tape recorder--for when my hand got tired--I began to transcribe what I saw in the campus' most well-read and well-written women's bathrooms.
As Cars Have Improved, it's become more difficult to narrow the choices. That's why Playboy has once again assembled a panel of six opinionated automotive mavens (see page 163) to evaluate 1993 cars in a variety of categories. For the third consecutive year, as part of our new-car roundup, we're also presenting Playboy's Car of the Year award. The winner is pictured overleaf. Best Bang for Your Buck: When it comes to getting the most for your driving dollar, the Honda Civic came out ahead. According to Playboy Senior Editor David Stevens, it's "tough and taut, with an in-your-face raspy exhaust and kick-ass acceleration." With a base price of about $8400, "it still sets the gold standard for affordable small cars," said Playboy Contributing Automotive Editor Ken Gross. Champion race-car driver Bobby Rahal agreed, adding, "There is none better. Room, handling and Honda quality; it's the best way to start." James R. Healey, USA Today's auto writer, preferred the Saturn SL. In addition to citing the car's crisp and tight handling, Healey pointed out that Saturn's customer-satisfaction scores are just behind Lexus and Infiniti. Car and Driver columnist Brock Yates liked the Nissan Sentra E: "It may be buck-ugly, but it's a sweet little runner and a hoot in traffic." The Ford Escort also got a nod. "I know it's not sexy," said John Davis, producer of the TV show Motorweek '93, "but when you look at Ford's one-price policy--that is, any of the four Escort bodies for about eleven grand with air conditioning and a stereo--you have to admit it's a great buy." Hottest Pocket Rocket: This race was a tie between Mazda's redesigned MX-6 LS and the Eagle Talon TSi. According to Healey, other cars might outgimmick or outhandle the MX-6 slightly, but none has its "sweetly enduring lines." Stevens agreed: "This is one sexy little runner that's built for comfort and speed--like a chauvinist's idea of the perfect woman." Gross also liked the MX-6, pointing out that Mazda's chief stylist took design cues from several Italian classics, including the Alfa Romeo Sprint Speciale. Davis, Yates and Rahal all chose the Eagle Talon TSi. "It's been around awhile," said Yates, "but in turbo form, the peppy little Talon remains a wonderful driver and a world-class value." Citing automotive history, Davis added, "The first sports cars were crude and unreliable and you wore them like a suit that was too small. That was their charm. Take away the crude, add a reliable turbocharged engine and you have the Eagle Talon TSi." Most Improved Old Model: "The big winner here has to be Volkswagen's Corrado SLC," said Gross. "Adding a V6 engine totally transforms the old four-cylinder Corrado into a Jekyll-and-Hyde street screamer." Davis seconded the motion: "What a difference a V6 heart transplant (text continued on page 162)Automotive Report(continued from page 85) makes." Stevens offered the best compliment: "Who cares if the rear visibility stinks? The born-again Corrado feels like the neat little GT car that Porsche ought to make." Yates liked the Mercedes-Benz 500E, calling it strictly "master race." Healey preferred the BMW 325i, pointing to its benchmark styling and almost-reasonable $30,000 price. Rahal once again picked the Civic, saying that "somehow, Honda keeps making something good even better."
John Birks "Dizzy" Gillespie has said he was playing what came to be called bebop as early as 1936. This is a little like Jelly Roll Morton claiming he personally invented jazz--but as with Morton's boast, there is some truth to Gillespie's claim. Gillespie started as an acolyte of trumpeter Roy Eldridge but kept having new ideas about chords and key changes. Cab Calloway used him as a featured instrumentalist in his big band, but Calloway didn't appreciate some of the modern flights in his solos. He recalls: "I'd say, 'Man listen, will you please don't be playing all that Chinese music up there!' "
Jennifer Leroy is 19 years old this month (assuming you're reading your February Playboy in January, like a normal person). If you were a friend of Miss February, you might have gift-wrapped a sweater for her or boxed a gold ring with garnets or--sweet dreams are made of this--taken the cool Coloradan on a getaway beach vacation. She likes beaches. And she could use the rest. Since Jennifer said see ya to her mountainous home state two-plus years ago, she's been continent-hopping as a model--good work if you can get it, but exhausting. At 16, she left Steamboat Springs for New York City, where she was signed by an agent and sent to the fashion runways of Paris. Her mom went with her, "but Mom left after two weeks. That was OK. I kicked it in Paris for three months." The next year took her west of the Rockies: L.A., Tokyo, Taipei. East fell for West big time. "I was working six days a week, three jobs a day sometimes," Jennifer marvels. Print ads, catalogs, magazine covers: The leggy gaijin--who worked on college correspondence courses at night--was a hit. "Amazing," she admits. "I really appreciated the work." Jennifer's plans include continuing her education and, of course, her travels.
Ask Any Man why he wears clothing made of silk or cashmere and he'll immediately answer "Comfort." Then he'll reveal the real reason: Women love to touch it. The truth is, both sexes find it hard to resist the supple, sensuous qualities of these and other luxurious fabrics. Not only do they look sensational, but shirts, sweaters and pants made of washed silk, cashmere, suede and washed linen have the relaxed, drapey fit that feels great after a workweek of stiff business suits and ties that bind. Plus, they're about as easy to mix and match as T-shirts Jeans. Wear a suede or washed-linen shirt with a pair of cashmere pull-on pants--or go with an all-linen outfit if you prefer. The rules are yours to set. To get you started, we asked two hot Hollywood actors, Billy Zane and Lorenzo Lamas, to relax in some of our favorite combinations. As you can see on these four pages, their wives, actresses Lisa Collins and Kathleen Kinmont, respectively, obviously approve.
This is the tale of a suitcase. It was a particularly lethal suitcase. At a designated hour, a timer inside it detonated enough Semtex explosive to blow a Boeing 747 out of the air. What most of us remember area the pictures. The pancaked husk of the fuselage in a field at Lockerbie, Scotland. The body bags. The investigators in a hangar poring over the reconstructed scraps of what was once Pan Am flight 103.
Tim Allen, the 39-year-old star of TV's monster hit sitcom "Home Improvement," calls his brand of comedy masculinist. It's meant to celebrate guyhood without resorting to uncouth gibes at women. And it largely does. Allen plays Tim Taylor, the married-with-three-boys host of the cable show "Tool Time." Taylor is fixit maven Bob Vila in a tie and sharp slacks, bullshitting his way through repair and remodel tips while his earnest assistant, Al, does the real, work. "Home Improvement" was helped to big numbers in its first season by being the lead-in to "Roseanne." Now the centerpiece of its own night (Wednesday), "Home Improvement" proved its clout by trouncing the competition. Allen has come a long way from the time in the Seventies when he spent two years in jail for selling cocaine. Contributing Editor David. Rensin met with him in Los Angeles. Says Rensin: "Allen's maleness is more complicated than the gorilla grunting he's turned into a trademark. The older he gets, the tougher he finds it to vote the straight male ticket. And his only child is a girl--which serves him right."
Am Told there are men--and women--who do not much care for lingerie. They don't even like the fairly simple stuff women use primarily to sleep in, such as a camisole and tap pants, a chemise or a teddy. And to such people the notion of a satin bustier with black garters holding black silk stockings is cause for stroke-country blood pressure. The main quarrel these people have with lingerie, as I've been able to understand it, is that it smacks of fantasy.
Because of a World War Two--era recording ban, bebop developed out of the public spotlight. So when Charlie Parker's first records arrived, it was as if the new music had crashed into the swing era like an incendiary bomb. With the current avalanche of reissues on compact disc, bebop arrives cleaned up, fleshed out and digitized--and just as shockingly fresh as it appeared five decades ago.
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If you can predict the success of a new product by the company it keeps, then Sony's PIX-100 Multimedia CD-ROM player may be destined for greatness. Heavy hitters such as IBM, Microsoft and Random House have signed on in support of the portable electronic system, which, in a nutshell, combines the benefits of a compact disc player, video player and computer. Weighing in at about two pounds, the easy-to-operate laptop device features a black-and-white LCD panel(and color TV hookup) for viewing the video, text and graphics portions of compatible CD-ROM software. There's also a built-in keyboard, a speaker for audio playback, and if you plug in a pair of headphones or separate speakers, you can enjoy your favorite compact discs in full stereo, too.