The novelty of watching live-action legal dramas, especially the O.J. Simpson case, has captivated and exhausted millions. This month, we have just the fix for court watchers who are intrigued by L.A. law but are numbed by long TV trials. First, we present Paula Barbieri, who caught our eye a year ago as a model with star potential. Then she was named in Simpson's much publicized "suicide note." Her pictorial comes out of Africa from the lens of Peter Beard. You'll be equally taken with Killer in the Courtroom, a profile of attorney Leslie Abramson by Contributing Editor Joe Morgenstern (illustrated by David Levine, winner of the prestigious Thomas Nast Prize). Abramson kept Erik Menendez from the gas chamber, and is set to play pit bull for Menendez II. How tough is she? After Abramson successfully defended another young man accused of murdering his abusive father, the judge said admiringly that she "made you want to go out and dig up that father and hang him."
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A Flashy and fleshy performance by Jessica Lange fills Blue sky (Orion) with heat lightning. In director Tony Richardson's final movie, which has had its release delayed since his 1991 death, Lange plays Carly, the addled, star-struck wife of a U.S. Army scientist (Tommy Lee Jones). Carly lives in a fantasy world, wishing she were somebody else--probably Marilyn Monroe--somebody who isn't trapped in drab GI quarters on an Army base. A womanizing captain (Powers Boothe) spots her right away. Carly is a pushover whose unhappy teenage daughter (Amy Locane) imitates her mother by dallying with the captain's son (Chris O'Donnell). Despite her compulsive indiscretions, Carly's superficiality covers a will of steel. After the Army puts Carly's husband in a mental hospital to cover up dangerous nuclear testing, Blue Sky escalates from soap opera to social drama. The movie is reportedly inspired by an actual case, but the true story most certainly must have been far less pat and theatrical. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
After portraying Antoine Merri-wether, the gay movie critic on TV's In Living Color,David Alan Grier, 38, has been facing the critics himself in two new movies: Blankman, as Damon Wayans' brother, and In the Army Now with Pauly Shore ("I'm a neurotic dentist who joins the Army Reserves and is sent off to a fictional war in Chad"). He also joined New York's Shakespeare in the Park series, performing in The Merry Wives of Windsor as Master Ford. "I call him the Shakespearean Ike Turner.
Long before drug abuse films were cinema chic, Frank Sinatra scored an Oscar nomination as a needle-packing addict in Otto Preminger's The Man With the Golden Arm. Warner has finally released the 1955 drama on tape, along with Anatomy of a Filmmaker, a two-hour documentary tracking Otto's oeuvre.... The toons they are a-changin'. As digital technology elbows its way into animators' studios, cartoons just get better. Miramar's Computer Animation Festival Volume 2.0 features 22 award-winning shorts, as well as original computer-generated music videos by Peter Gabriel and Todd Rundgren.... Old jams with new as Antonio Carlos Jobim, Pat Metheny and others join forces for Carnegie Hall Salutes the Jazz Masters (Polygram), an homage to Verve Records' legendary artists. Previously aired on PBS, the program features tributes to Billie Holiday, Stan Getz and Charlie Parker, as well as Betty Carter doing Ella Fitzgerald doing How High the Moon. Herbie Hancock and Vanessa Williams host.
Luciano Pavarotti doesn't like to face more music after singing for his supper, so don't expect to find movie musicals among his personal video picks. The world's top tenor would rather relax to the comic shtick of Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein or the remake of To Be or Not to Be. "The movies I consider good must not be depressing," insists Pavarotti. Instead, he opts for "optimistic and uplifting" films such as Spielberg's E.T. European favorites include the Oscar-winning Amarcord and Cinema Paradiso, the Italian epic Rocco and His Brothers and France's cult animal pic, The Bear. Which of Pavarotti's videotaped concerts would Playboy readers enjoy? "Maybe the Hyde Park concert," he says with a laugh, explaining that some Brit fans stripped naked in the grass for the songfest. Our kind of opera buff.
This month, a serious trio for disc collectors: Steven Spielberg's Schindler's List and Jurassic Park (MCA Universal)--the former 1994's Best Picture Oscar winner, the latter movieland's all-time box-office champ--and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Disney's first full-length animated feature (and one they said would never be available for home viewing). Schindler's Limited Edition Collector's set ($139.98) is letterboxed, in CLV, and includes a picture-disc soundtrack CD, a photo booklet and a copy of the novel that inspired the film. Jurassic is letter-boxed and available in both CLV ($44.98) and CAV ($74.98), and its THX sound recording and Spielberg-approved transfer make it the show-off-your-system disc of the year. And Snow White's pull-out-the-stops package features extras galore, including a making-of documentary, a commemorative book and stills. The deluxe set will set you back 100 bucks.... Thirty years after its cinema bow, Becket has made it to disc (MPI). Starring Richard Burton as the Archbishop of Canterbury and Peter O'Toole as his pal, Henry II, the 1964 Oscar-winning screenplay follows the face-off between the church and throne in 12th century England. The program is letterboxed and available in CLV format for $39.98.
Just a Quack Away Department: Disney nixed Donald Duck's rap record. The man who does Donald's voice, Tony Anselmo, was the one who took exception to the notion and appealed all the way to Disney chief Michael Eisner, who said, "Are they nuts? This is Donald Duck we're talking about." The duck has an attitude, but apparently it's not quite bad enough.
Prowling the American Booksellers Association convention for fall's hot books turned up some likely candidates. The aisles were abuzz with enthusiasm for Pat Conroy's Beach Music (Nan A. Talese/Doubleday) after he captivated a breakfast audience with samples from this family epic that reaches from Nazi Germany to South Carolina. Many readers can't wait for the memoirs of Motown Records founder Berry Gordy Jr., To Be Loved (Warner), or the book that will accompany Ken Burns' nine-part documentary PBS series, Baseball (Knopf), with Geoffrey Ward.
Whenever you need a good night's sleep most, you are least likely to get it. Do you face a tough interview with a prospective employer tomorrow? The most important game in the playoffs? A special date with a woman who expects dusk-to-dawn gymnastics? A brutal exam to determine whether you go to medical school or pursue a career flipping burgers? If you're anything like me, you will spend the night before the crucial event writhing in a tangle of sheets, your mind revving out of control, sleeping nary a wink.
I'm not bitter. I'm not angry. I think it's perfectly OK that I live in a town where it's normal for old guys of 70 to have teenage wives, a town where women are considered over the hill when they're 28, not to mention politically incorrect if they're not blonde. I suppose I could be upset that in this town guys my own age, with a frame of reference and political outlook similar to mine, wouldn't for a second consider dating me, that the oldest woman they deem appropriate is, say, 33. It's true that this sucks in a big way, but I can always move to Oregon, and I just might.
What's the earliest description of sex that clearly depicts a woman reaching orgasm as we know it today? We have Onan spilling his seed on the ground, but when did women first confess to sexual pleasure?--R. E., Chicago, Illinois.
There's a story in the Talmud about a man who fell from a roof and accidentally penetrated a woman he landed on. "There is liability for four items," explains the teacher. "The four items are depreciation, pain, medical expenses and loss of time, but not degradation, for we have learnt: There is no liability for degradation unless there is intention [to degrade]."
Dianna Brandborg of Shady Shore, Texas was perfectly willing to serve on a jury, but she didn't think she should have to answer every query on the 100-item questionnaire she was given. She felt that the state and those sitting in court did not have the right to know her income, her religion, her politics, what books she reads or the TV shows she watches. She did not answer 12 items, crossing them out with the notation "not applicable."
Imagine that you're a top official in the government's war on drugs and you've laid out a lot of money to study the most effective way to fight the problem. What if the result of the study is one you had been dreading? You deep-six it, of course.
Jerry Jones had stepped in it once again. Last March, while still basking in January's Super Bowl triumph, the controversial owner of the Dallas Cowboys brought the extended victory party to an abrupt end. In a public relations bombshell, Jones revealed that after a series of private and not-so-private brawls, he and head coach Jimmy Johnson would part company: Johnson would immediately leave the Cowboys, bequeathing the shot at an unprecedented third straight Super Bowl victory to a new head coach.
The connection we have is spiritual. It's not just the girlfriend. It is somebody who has gotten to know somebody's heart." So said Paula Barbieri to Diane Sawyer on ABC's Prime Time Live, describing her relationship with O.J. Simpson. A 27-year-old Elite model who has been on the cover of Vogue and posed in Victoria's Secret catalogs, Barbieri was the woman who accompanied Simpson to a Bel Air charity gala the night before Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman were murdered. She was initially identified in the press as a tall, mysterious brunette, but her name quickly caught up to her face when Simpson bid her what turned out to be a very public goodbye in the presumptive suicide note his lawyer and friend Robert Kardashian read to reporters the day Simpson disappeared. And so Paula Barbieri-- a self-sufficient woman, a model, an actress, a standout among those who flock to L.A.'s best restaurants and most exclusive parties--was inextricably linked with Simpson. The media attention caused her to flee to a ranch owned by friends, who supported her, just as she had consoled the sports star who is now accused of a brutal crime. Barbieri told Sawyer that she spoke to Simpson by phone almost daily after he was arrested and that, though their relationship changed when he attempted a reconciliation with his ex-wife, she was his friend for life. Born and raised in Panama City, Florida, Barbieri says she was won over by Simpson's spiritual side after they met in 1992. For his part, Simpson told The Buffalo News last year, "This is the first woman I've been involved with who had a career. It is the first time I've had to make concessions to another schedule, which is weird to me." Barbieri has modeled since she was a teen and is starting to make her mark as an actress. In October 1993 she learned the art of pool hustling from Francesco Quinn in an episode of Zalman King's Red Shoe Diaries called "Double or Nothing." Fans briefly confused Barbieri with Julia Roberts--and she even went so far as to indulge them by signing autographs "Love, Julia." A friend of Paula's, photographer Peter Beard, brought her to our attention almost a year ago, dubbing her "the body, the lips, the face" for the Nineties. These pictures were taken by Beard in and around Lamu, Kenya during a happier time in Barbieri's life. They are mementos of a woman whose beauty never blinded her to the meaning of friendship.
Today's undergrads may be studying to become doctors and lawyers, but their clothing is a lesson in blue-collar chic. Instead of the Seattle-rocker styles of last season, guys are going grease monkey in mechanic's coveralls and boxy factory-worker jackets. A police vest also can be the ticket to looking cool on campus, especially when worn over a plaid flannel shirt that's beefy (thanks to a quilted lining) and bright. Other hot utilitarian styles: cargo and carpenter pants, peacoats and firefighter jackets with reflective trim.
I GO ON a lot of dates, which means that I go on a lot of first dates. I'm no expert, but you would think that after almost 20 years of dating, I'd know what I was doing. A lab rat could find the lettuce in the maze with its eyes closed after that much practice. Yet, even after all this time, I handle a first date like Bill Clinton handles questions about his affairs--I stumble, I sweat, I lie and I make my friends do the spin control afterward.
I once had to write an essay titled 'Why I Love Lenin More Than My Mother,'" Victoria Nika Zdrok says, recalling one of her grade school assignments in the Ukraine. "In kindergarten we learned little poems about Lenin and what a wonderful man he was. The indoctrination started early."
The NCAA president's commission is evidently composed of contraries. Maybe you remember the contrary from the Dustin Hoffman film Little Big Man. He was the Indian who walked backward, who said no when he meant yes, who washed his face in ashes instead of water. Last July the commission, the key to the NCAA legislative process, washed its collective face in ashes by refusing further study on a playoff system for college football. According to NCAA president Joseph Crowley, "the level of interest simply isn't there." His remark may spark a debate over who is more out of touch: the NCAA on the subject of a football playoff or the Vatican on the merits of birth control.
Playboy's College Football Coach of the Year for 1994 is Barry Alvarez of the University of Wisconsin. Four years ago Alvarez took over a moribund Badger program and turned it into a national contender. Last season, Wisconsin won a share of the Big Ten championship and a school-record ten games, including a 21-16 victory over UCLA in the Rose Bowl. Alvarez and the Badgers beat their often-favored opponents. But they also overcame distractions at Camp Randall Stadium, where 69 fans were injured in a postgame stampede, and a grueling trip to Tokyo to play Michigan State at the end of the regular season. Alvarez, who played at Nebraska, was an assistant coach for ten years--first under Hayden Fry at Iowa and then under Lou Holtz at Notre Dame--before taking over at Wisconsin.
Here's A mind game for Menendez watchers of all stripes and convictions: Start by thinking back to last winter's trial (rather than forward to the new one that will start soon, or the one after that, in which the horror of parricide may finally be leavened by the pathos of mid-life crisis). Next, clear the courtroom of all but the most vivid, compelling characters. Who remains? Perhaps Lyle, whispering the first details of abuse. Perhaps Erik, sobbing and scrunch-faced. Conceivably deputy district attorney Pamela Bozanich, deriding the proceedings as a cheap version of Divorce Court, or Judge Stanley Weisberg, chewing them over like a hunk of persimmon that he's bitten off and can't spit out. But surely, unavoidably, the spotlight of recollection shines on Leslie Abramson, the dominatrix-like prosecutor who wears her hair in a frizzy nimbus and her heart on her lips.
Shaving is more than a grooming procedure. It's a masculine ritual. To learn the secrets of a great shave, we contacted three top blade runners--Joseph Conway, master barber at London's Geo. F. Trumper berbershop; Fred Wexler, director of research for Warner Lambert (the company that manufactures Schick and Remington razors); and Kirk Merchant, owner of Truefitt & Hill, a tony barbershop in Chicago.
We're out of excuses. The first time we published photos of co-eds from the NCAA's Southeastern Conference was in 1981. We'd heard rumors that the South was dying--so we introduced evidence that Dixie was still kicking. Then, in 1989, we took a second spin through the SEC. But with two trips under our Bible belts, why go back again? It's simple: We can't get enough. But you be the judge. From all indications, the South will rise again and again.
As Amanda Woodward on the reinvigorated "Melrose Place," Heather Locklear, 33, is the perfect Los Angeles landlord. She's blonde, beautiful and lives on the premises. She's nosy and expects the rent on time. On TV shows past, we might simply have called her the bitch. On "Melrose Place," Locklear goes bitch one better, and everyone loves her for it. They also love that she has a résumé that includes "Dynasty," "T.J. Hooker," assorted TV movies and her exercise video, "Heather Locklear Presents Your Personal Workout," not to mention her marriage to and divorce from Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee. Through it all, Locklear has remained the wholesome party girl next door. Contributing Editor David Rensin met with Locklear in Los Angeles. "Heather loves champagne. I wish I had known that before I arrived empty-handed."
6 Barbershops once were like men's clubs. Regulars left their shaving cups and razors on a shelf, and the customers all knew one another. But in the Sixties, chrome and glass replaced leather and wood, and overnight many establishments closed their doors or became impersonal "salons." Now the barbershop is back, and more and more men are rediscovering its quiet charm. Most shops offer shoeshines and manicures as well as the one thing that defines a true barbershop--a shave.
Cycling enthusiasts who dismiss folding bikes as nothing but kid stuff now have two good reasons to take compact collapsibles seriously: the Bike Friday Pocket Rocket and the BMW Mountain Bike, both pictured below. Unlike the flimsy models of old, these rough riders feature the same high-quality chromoly steel frames and Shimano components as top-of-the-line street bikes. They're also lightweight (less than 35 pounds each) and can be folded and unfolded in a matter of seconds. For short road trips, both models will fit neatly into the trunk of your car. Or, if you're really going the distance, you can stash either bike in a special suitcase, check it at the airport as standard luggage and save yourself the $90 round-trip handling fee.