Need A Laugh to kick start your summer? We have more than a few. Contributing Editor David Rensin chased down Tom and Roseanne Arnold at their farm in Iowa and, while their famous meatloaf was baking, got them to open up in this month's Playboy Interview on the condition that we not censor them. Like we actually would. Read about the chaotic, cutthroat world of showbiz and how you can be screwed up, rich and powerful and still have a really good time. Lewis Grossberger's satire Cash and Commies (illustrated by Arnold Roth) imagines the humorous possibilities when Peace Corps volunteers hit the Russian steppes to teach our former enemies the high-finance maneuvers that made guys such as Mike Milken famous. Speaking of old enemies, Bruce McCall'sGolf Carts of the Third Reich takes you back to the 1938 Albert Speer Pro-Am Invitational, when World War Two interrupted the Führer's best plans.
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A Lesbian-meets-boy angle gives a bold contemporary twist to Three of Hearts (New Line), slickly directed by Yurek (Anna) Bogayevicz from a screenplay by Adam Greenman and Mitch Glazer. Time--and audience reaction--will tell whether gays view this provocative romantic comedy as a step forward or a step back. Kelly Lynch plays the "out" lesbian who employs an amoral stud from a male-escort service to convince her former live-in lover (Sherilyn Fenn, as a bisexual still not sure which way she wants to swing) that all men are rotten bastards. Is it giving too much away to disclose that Fenn's character falls for the lug who's supposed to dump her? Three of Hearts is definitely a star turn for William Baldwin, another hot-blooded Baldwin brother leaving burn marks in his wake as the cocky lady-killer. His co-stars look damned good as well, in a somewhat obvious but teasing sexual triangle that takes on a naughty topic once considered untouchable in a major movie. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
His background could be that of a Hawaiian surfer. But, at 26, Jason Scott Lee is catching major waves as a movie star. He has the leading role opposite Anne (La Femme Nikita) Parillaud in the new Map of the Human Heart. He is also breathing fire into Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story (see review), portraying the great martial-arts hero (to whom he is emphatically not related). "My dad took us to Bruce Lee films a lot when I was six or seven," says Lee, "and I wore a T-shirt with one of those iron-on Bruce Lee decals." Born in Los Angeles but raised in Hawaii by Chinese-Hawaiian parents, Jason was extremely athletic through his college years. That allowed him to do most of his own stunt work in Dragon. "When we previewed the movie in New Jersey, the audience reaction was amazing. They were cheering and applauding, dancing in the aisles after every fight."
Long before there was 90210, there were Hillbillies--Beverly, that is. But Clampett family patriarch Buddy Ebsen's enthusiasms are hardly inbred. "JFK is a provocative, gripping film," says Ebsen of a favorite on tape, "and I liked L.A. Story--anything with Steve Martin. Bogart's up there, too, with Casablanca and The Maltese Falcon." Of his own films, Ebsen top-ranks Breakfast at Tiffany's ("Working with Audrey Hepburn was like putting on a finely crafted sports jacket") and Broadway Melody of 1938 ("My dance with Judy Garland is still fun to watch"). And what about his Hillbillies work? "I watch them when I'm feeling low," Ebsen says. "We made 274 episodes, but to tell the truth, I don't remember some of them."
In cooperation with Moscow's Gosfilmofond film archive and the British Film Institute, Milestone Film & Video has released its ten-tape Early Russian Cinema anthology, a bounty of 28 recently uncovered silent films from Russia's proud age of moviemaking (1908--1918). The works--meticulously transferred onto tape, scored and subtitled--capture the era with often controversial themes (from social commentary to erotic comedies) as interpreted by the day's leading artists. Most notable: the first screen adaptation of Chekhov's Romance with a Double Bass and four by Evgenii Bauer--Russia's D. W. Griffith--who churned out nearly 80 pictures in just four years.
Good news for big-band buffs. On the heels of Fox's landmark laser release of Glenn Miller's Orchestra Wives and Sun Valley Serenade comes a sweet music sampling from BMG. Glenn Miller: America's Musical Hero--Special Edition pays homage to the swing giant with an hour-long documentary on side one, a 16-song audio program on side two--and magic memories all around.... The Voyager Company is fast becoming popular for its soundtracks featuring commentary by top filmmakers. Directorial chat gracing upcoming Criterion Collection discs: Nicolas Roeg (The Man Who Fell to Earth) and Francis Coppola (Bram Stoker's Dracula).... Blackhawk Films and Image Entertainment have turned out an impressive restoration of Nosferatu (1922), F. W. Murnau's silent vampire classic. Not an easy task: Most of the film's prints were destroyed in the wake of a Twenties copyright war.... With its three-platter Work in Progress: Beauty and the Beast, Disney traces B&B from penciled story-boards to final flick. Still the best sing-along: Be Our Guest. ... In a recent consumer poll, The Laser Disc Newsletter asked readers to name one disc most in need of remastering. Top choice: The Sound of Music, followed by Once Upon a Time in the West and Dune. You've been warned.
The Disbelief Department: The Ark Trust, a nonprofit humane society, gave its Doris Day Award to Megadeth. The animal rights organization honored the metal band for naming its LP Countdown to Extinction.
It's Official. The office of the Joint Network Chiefs has announced that for the foreseeable future all vacant hours on TV must be filled with some sort of 60 Minutes knockoff. Of course, there's a down side to having a dozen newsmagazine shows on the air in any given week: Even a TV viewer with no outside life at all may have trouble keeping straight 20 different on-camera hosts and dozens of reporters and correspondents, especially with new shows popping up monthly. Luckily, there's help. Thanks to the following guide, you too can join in office conversations and appear knowledgeable about TV newsmagazines you didn't have time to watch.
Hyperbole has so overloaded book reviewing that when an exceptional book shows up, there are no adjectives left for a reviewer to use. Admittedly, we're biased: Playboy has been a fan of Bob Shacochis' writing since 1982, when we published his short story Lord Short Shoe Wants the Monkey. It was his first national exposure. Now comes his novel Swimming in the Volcano (Scribner's), one of the finest we have read in years. This book takes a serious look at contemporary life by way of fictional characters in a Caribbean setting. Shacochis uses his superb command of language to explore the ethical and emotional complexities beneath the surface of everyday events. Most significant, he embraces big themes with energy and confidence.
Most of the women I know can vividly remember moments when they felt picked on or threatened by anonymous men in public places. And that aspect of female life makes existence more difficult for all of us today, male and female.
After sex I like to lounge around nude. My new girlfriend feels fine about remaining topless, but she's quick to pull on her panties. She says she "just feels more comfortable that way." But I love gazing at every part of her body. I've asked her to stay naked, but she's not into it. What gives?--T. P., Forest Hills, New York.
"Finally, we would move toward a more generous definition of sex, one that does not try to categorize people as being by nature sexy or sensuous, victim or victimizer, chaste or lusty. Instead of trying to find the universal essences of human sexuality, we would do well to frame the issues in more constructive ways. The question is not whether women are more or less sexual than men. (The answer to that is yes, no, both and sometimes.) The questions are: What are the conditions that allow women and men to enjoy sex in safety, with self-confidence and in a spirit of delight? And how do we get there?
If you want to find Charles Keating these days, he's hanging out at the California Men's Colony at San Luis Obispo, doing ten years for swindling some 23,000 citizens out of their life savings. Moreover, this past January, a Los Angeles federal jury convicted the ex-tycoon of 73 felonies connected to the Lincoln Savings & Loan scandal. Potential penalty: more than 500 years in the federal pen.
Across the land, 300,000-plus members of Pat Robertson's Christian Coalition continue to wage a religious and cultural war. According to the coalition, only by purging the "satanic forces" contending for the country's soul can America return to righteousness and its citizens lead their lives as God intended.
I recently found myself in a coffee shop interviewing a nervous woman who works for the Resolution Trust Corporation. She was afraid we might be spotted and knew she would be fired if her name were used in my story. She talked of a witch-hunt in the agency and suggested a plot to defraud taxpayers. This was not some crank or screwball. I had been given her name by a respected business professor who had vouched for her credibility.
Fly Back to Asia in the late spring of 1992, leaving one City of Angels, which had just exorcised its evil spirits in an orgy of looting and flame, and arriving in another, where the blood demons are gathering on the horizon like monsoon clouds. My home city of Los Angeles had gone up in flames and insane looting the month before; Bangkok--known locally as Krung Thep, the City of Angels--is preparing to slaughter its children on the streets near the Democracy Monument.
IN the beginning, there was network TV. Father knew best, sitcom moms always wore a smile and nobody ever talked dirty. Television sex was taboo in the years B.C. (before cable). What's surprising, though, is that on-air sex is still a touchy topic. The networks routinely accompany references to their favorite subject with nervous giggles on the laugh track. Men are nearly always impotent or incompetent, and women are always left unsatisfied.
Every Now and then, love gets so crazy that it has to be institutionalized. Marriage--that nutty dream of every mad lover from John Alden to John Hinckley--is the Swiss army knife of social conventions, one shiny package jammed full of useful features. It has, for instance, always been the therapeutic tool we use to calm one of our most irrational passions: If nothing else, marriage gets the mad dog of lust off the streets for a time and makes the world a little safer for our daughters. It provides respectability to many who could never hope to be respectable in any other pursuit, and it creates jobs for counselors and others who would otherwise never find employment. For many, marriage provides a swell sort of emotional Barcalounger, something remarkably comfortable, if somewhat unfashionable, to fall back on. For all of us, it's the next thing you do after your last date.
Think suits are getting more comfortable? Wait until you see what menswear designers have done to summer sportswear. Shirts and shorts are made of natural, ultra-lightweight fabrics that keep their cool when things get hot. Most come prewashed or "laundered," so they're soft and rarely need ironing. Colors are subtle (earthy beige, muted green and pale coral are a few of our favorites) and prints are equally lowkey (check out the batik vest on page 93). Add up these features and you get clothing so relaxed that you'll have no choice but to play hooky from office homework, kick back and enjoy the weekend.
The Debate about gays in the military is really about sex in the military, and it has two fundamental flaws: It's dumb when it talks about sex and it's dumb when it talks about the military. The debate ignores the complexity of human sexual behavior and insists on classifying people as either hetero-or homosexual. Even more important, it fails to understand the sexually repressed, homoerotic nature of the bond that in combat prevents soldiers from fleeing and allows them to fight--the bond, in other words, that keeps them alive.
The young man stopped his car on a lonely country road, reached for the girl and made the usual advances. Pushing him away, she said, "I hate to tell you this, but I'm really a hooker. The price for my services is twenty dollars."
My Parents built a small retirement house last year out on the Olympic Peninsula, the most northwesterly place you can go in the contiguous United States without falling into the Pacific Ocean. It's a lovely shank of land, mossy and evergreen, an area where trees tickle the feet of the gods and the very mist seems impregnated with Miracle-Gro. But like other pockets of paradise in the Pacific Northwest, there's a dark humor, bordering on outright lunacy, entangled in the fog.
Historians cite the 1938 Albert Speer Pro-Am Invitational as the moment when golf in the Third Reich began its long and eventful flirtation with mechanization, spearheaded by the rapid adoption and even swifter technological development of the self-propelled cart.
Rebecca De Mornay likes going in unexpected directions. Films as diverse as "Risky Business," "Runaway Train," "Trip to Bountiful," "And God Created Woman," "Dealers," "Backdraft" and "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle" underscore the point. The 30-year-old actress' latest film is "Beyond Innocence," with Don Johnson, in which she plays a lawyer. According to Contributing Editor David Rensin, who met with De Mornay on a rainy day at a Sunset Strip hotel and who has seen "Risky Business" about 30 times, the woman defies whatever a priori notions you may have of her. Says Rensin, "Rebecca requested a table by a picture window in the empty restaurant--to watch the rain. Suddenly, she fixed her baby blues on me and said, 'I don't know if I'm in the mood for this.' But for a moment I could have sworn she'd said, Are you ready for me?' It was just my imagination. But either way, the challenge was inviting."
Not Everyone hates a loser. In Seattle in 1991, the city sat by mournfully as the owner of the Mariners--the only major-league baseball team in the Pacific Northwest--announced he was selling the team and that the most likely buyer planned to uproot the club to Florida.
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Look alive, couch potatoes. Easy-to-use remote controls for your home entertainment center are sprouting up everywhere and, no, the instruction manuals that come with them aren't the size of the Manhattan telephone directory. Some remotes, such as Universal Electronics' Big Easy, consolidate all your video controls into one no-brainer unit with oversized buttons. Others are more sophisticated. The Fox 800, for example, has only ten buttons and a touch-screen display, yet it will operate up to eight audio and video components. Go-Video's Palm-Mate literally fits in your palm. And the VCR Voice is a universal remote that responds to voice commands from several people. Sorry, guys, it doesn't open the fridge door when you want a beer.