The New Year conjures up classic images--champagne and silver balloons and tuxedoed orchestras. Fittingly, we've compiled our own holiday classic. For starters, we chose Shannon Tweed to ring in 1998 as our cover girl. Shannon, you'll remember, was crowned 1982 Playmate of the Year and then reigned as the nation's B-movie queen. Now she tells us all about her big move to prime-time TV (co-starring with Tom Arnold, yet) and shows just why she's a ratings bonanza.
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The Opening shot of Bent (MGM/UA) reveals Mick Jagger in drag, looking ghastly as Greta, the proprietor of a bisexual club in Berlin under Hitler. What follows is a surreal and grueling tale about the fate of gays branded in Nazi Germany. Adapted by Martin Sherman from his play (a success on London and Broadway stages some years ago), the film version is directed by Sean Mathias, with Clive Owens, Lothaire Bluteau and Brian Webber as the homosexual victims of the Holocaust era. After Webber's grisly death, Owens and Bluteau are imprisoned in a camp, ordered to move piles of rocks from place to place until exhaustion or madness overcomes them. In one memorable scene, the two men make love to the point of ejaculation while standing at attention side by side in the prison yard. As a life-affirming statement about tolerance and repression, Bent is anything but realistic. Still, its stark emotional impact may shake you. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
Movie producer Lawrence Bender, 40, was a dancer long before he became involved with such hard-hitting films as Reservoir Dogs and the acclaimed Pulp Fiction. Both were directed by his pal and partner, Quentin Tarantino, who also directed Bender's imminent Jackie Brown (with Pam Grier, Michael Keaton and Robert De Niro), based on an Elmore Leonard novel. Bender is a University of Maine honors graduate in civil engineering who declined job offers so he could pursue ballet and flamenco in New York. Plagued by dance injuries, he took acting classes, taught pottery and studied karate. "I was on a search to find myself," he recalls. "In 1985 I moved to Los Angeles with two suitcases and $2000, and I slept on people's couches for a year or so. I called myself a triple-threat man--actor-dancer-singer--but nobody was threatened."
What's so riveting about an instructional video that teaches you how to, among other things, clip, light, smoke and properly extinguish a cigar? The instructors. Nude Cigar Smoking (Ambassador, $13) features 30 minutes of stogie dope, dished out by three beautiful--and naked--cigar aficionadas. Included in the course: distinguishing among cigar sizes and shapes (our favorite matchup: the sleek panatela versus the macho robusto) as well as the ladies' personal "cigar fantasy" sequences. You get the idea.
Three top guns of suspense fiction are back with new thrillers. In The Angel of Darkness (Random House), Caleb Carr returns with the same unlikely turn-of-the-century team introduced in The Alienist, not to solve a crime (Libby Hatch is clearly the one kidnapping and murdering babies in New York City) but to develop a psychological profile that will allow the good guys to catch and convict her. Teddy Roosevelt again shows up, and Clarence Darrow puts in a cameo. It happens in a world poised on the brink of modern times, and even at more than 600 pages it keeps you going. A new Carl Hiaasen novel is always cause for celebration, and in Lucky You (Knopf) he keeps up the black humor in his wonderfully semisurreal south Florida. This time a couple of racist lottery winners decide to rip off the ticket of a young black woman who's sharing their $28 million pot. Easy Rawlins isn't in Walter Mosley's latest, Always Outnumbered, Always Outgunned (Norton). It's a series of interconnected stories that introduce Socrates Fortlow, an ex-con who has done time for rape and murder. Socrates, just like his namesake, teaches those around him in these tough but touching stories.
The Europeans who traveled to the East were fascinated by the sensual and exotic nature of the Turkish harem. In harems food and entertainment were constant sources of delight and women spent their lives lounging in various stages of undress, honing their powers of seduction. Documents of the period, photos and artists' masterpieces illustrate Secrets of the Harem (Vendôme Press), by Carla Coco. It's a rare glimpse into the most enticing institution of Islam and the secret lives of sultanas. Here's to 1001 enchanting nights.
Santa has a beautiful book of black-and-white photos from Powerhouse Books: Soul: Photographs by Thierry Le Goués. Models of African descent, including Naomi Campbell, Iman and Karen Alexander, are celebrated in these images, with an introduction by Veronica Webb. There are great gams in Leg (General Publishing), co-edited by Diana Edkins and Betsy Jablow, with a foreword by Donna Karan. Don't miss the sexually stimulating history lesson of Eros in Pompeii: The Erotic Art Collection of the Museum of Naples (Stewart, Tabori & Chang), by Michael Grant and Antonia Mulas. For other sybaritic pleasures, try Jamie and Jack Davies' toasts to California bubbly wine in Sparkling Harvest (Abrams) or Stefan Gabányi's Whisk(e)y (Abbeville), a complete survey of the drinker's drink. For sheer exuberance, you can't top Still Life With Bottle: Whiskey According to Ralph Steadman (Harcourt Brace). For exuberance in food, Norman's New World Cuisine (Random House), by chef Norman Van Aken with John Harrisson, will dazzle you with Latin American, Caribbean, Asian and American flavors. As a musical accompaniment to the season, The Rhino History of Rock and Roll: The Seventies (Byron Preiss/Pocket), by Eric Lefcowitz (with a CD compilation of retro hits), will give you reason to dance around the fireplace. The Ultimate Guitar Book (Knopf), by Tony Bacon, lives up to its title with pictures of instruments from the 16th century to the present. If you remember the early rock scene, you'll love the posters from one of San Francisco's historic ballrooms in The Art of the Fillmore: 1966-1971 (Acid Test Productions), by Gayle Lemke. We recommend you make your way to Cleveland to see the psychedelic exhibit at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame between now and February. If you can't make it, the next best thing is I Want to Take You Higher: The Psychedelic Era 1965-1969 (Chronicle), edited by James Henke with Parke Puterbaugh. If diamonds are a girl's best friend and you can't afford them, buy her The Nature of Diamonds (Cambridge University Press), edited by George Harlow. It's the next best thing.
London, Paris and Marrakesh were part of photographer Michael Cooper's canvas. Many familiar photos (i.e., the covers for Sgt. Pepper and Satanic Majesties Request) were Cooper's work. His friends--the Beatles, the Stones (Keith especially), artists Jim Dine and Larry Rivers and writers and poets Terry Southern, Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs, to name a few--allowed Cooper unusually close access to their lives. In documenting the excesses of his generation, Cooper succumbed to them as well. But his son Adam and Genesis Publications Ltd. have created an amazing memorial, a limited-edition book called Blinds & Shutters. Composed of Cooper's photos, letters, memorabilia and the reminiscences of friends, Blinds cannot be found in bookstores, but you can order it from Govinda Gallery in Washington, D.C. (for more information call 800-775-1111). It's the ultimate collector's item--at $675.
Man, it's been an incredible ride! If you mark the start of the current bull market from that sweltering August day in 1982 when then-Federal Reserve chairman Paul Volcker unexpectedly cut interest rates after raising the cost of money for nearly four years, then it is fair to say that with only one or two exceptions, the U.S. stock market has gone up for the past 15 years.
A few years ago I spent three weeks in Los Angeles videotaping several segments of a TV talk show. It pains me to report that I tried to play ball in the majors and I got my butt handed to me. Frankly, I felt awkward and foolish on the set. I discovered that I am simply a writer, not a talker, and a television career is not in the cards for me.
Wake up. Stumble to fancy coffee-maker, which not only has the time but grinds beans. No coffee. At all. Forgot to set timer. Push button. Coffee beans hit me in eye. Close cover. Make coffee. Drink. Go immediately to computer and log on the Internet:
A subtle way to make the formal uniform your own is to dress it up with extravagant cuff links and shirt studs. This set--18-kt.-gold octagonal studs and cuff links with black onyx and center diamonds--is from Asprey in New York. It's $3650, but you'll never have to buy another one.
Formalwear makes everyone well-dressed, but its uniformity is one of its limitations. You look like all the other men in the room unless you make an individual style statement. The giddy holiday season--with its swirl of formal parties--is a good opportunity to set yourself apart from the sea of penguins. Play with the variable portions of the formal uniform--the bow tie and the vest. A British public school tradition is to wear the gaudiest formal vest you can find. This toned-down maroon silk version (from Bergdorf Goodman, $195) might be a good first step. Or you may want to wear a bow tie from a college or club affiliation. Whatever you do, avoid Christmas-theme ties and matched-tie-and-cummerbund combos.
A key manly art is the ability to tie a bow tie. It needn't be perfect--in fact, perfection gives away a pretied knot. Use the blueprint at right (maneuver number five is crucial). You get extra points for not needing a mirror. The best part comes later, when you kick back, untie your work and hang very cool.
Too many containers in your bathroom cabinet? The Molton Brown collection of men's products takes the mess out of being well-groomed. Created in the Molton Brown factory outside London, this classic line includes a shampoo with menthol that can be used every day, a vitamin-and-mineral rich shower gel, a moisturizing toning bar with shea butter and aloe vera and two new fragrances, Warm and Cool, that can be enjoyed separately or combined. Warm is like "a whisk of warm air on a mild summer day," says Molton Brown, while Cool is like "a splash of icy water on a hot summer day." An Ultra-Light Hydrator (not pictured) that's nongreasy is also available. It soothes razor burn and helps smooth away fine lines. Molton Brown products are available at Barneys and other stores.
At year's end it seems everyone has a hand out, and it's not necessarily to shake yours. Now is the time for giving, for acknowledging the attention those around us have provided over the year. But who to tip, and how much? We asked Donn Davis, whose Survival Skills for the Modern Man is due out this June. He suggests giving the mail carrier $20, regardless of what you think of the Postal Service. Give the newspaper delivery guy $15. For doormen and other service personnel in apartments and condos, give $50 to $150 through the management office. In addition, you may want to tip individually, depending on how much you rely on personal attention. Parking lot and health club attendants should get $25 to $40. Maids and nannies get one week's salary, plus Christmas week off.
If you're planning a late-night supper for two on New Year's eve, consider the simple and elegant pairing of smoked salmon and vintage rosé champagne. A complex and engaging bubbly, rosé is better matched with food than its lighter-bodied white cousins. Additionally, a rosé ages nicely and acquires intensity over time. It goes especially well with foods whose flavors it can echo (strawberries, for example) and those with which it can contrast (oily smoked salmon or salty caviar). Its color provokes a wide palette: Words to describe it include partridge eye, pale peach and onion skin. Our favorite vintage rosés include Dom Pérignon, Taittinger Comtes de Champagne and Dom Ruinart.
On January 1, 2000 Tim Kneeland, an avid cyclist who has planned dozens of bicycle trips since 1980, will lead 375 people on his most ambitious trek yet: Odyssey 2000, a yearlong bike trip around the world. The "ultimate cycling adventure," beginning and ending in Los Angeles, will span 50 countries, six continents and 20,000 miles. Riders will pedal about 75 miles a day, five days a week for 366 days. Add to that 27 plane rides, ten boat rides and three train rides, two daily meals, lodging, gear transport, a mobile bike shop, route guides, bathroom and medical facilities, massages and a bike to ride, and the $34,000 price doesn't seem so bad. Call 800-433-0528 to join Odyssey 2000's waiting list or to sign up for Odysseys in 2003 and 2006.
A fistful of premium cigars can cost almost as much as your airline ticket, so why leave home with your fragile stogies in a Ziploc bag? If you're getting away for a long weekend there's the cowhide-covered Playboy Humidor by House of Lords (near left) that holds about ten cigars. It's slim and elegant and costs only $250. The virtually indestructible Road Warrior 2000 black-resin humidor (standing open) holds about 18 smokes in a soft tray compartment. The case is both airtight and watertight, so you need to adjust the pressure before you open it. Price: $150. Armidor's Defender, the third humidor, resembles a spymaster's attaché case. Its armor-over-cedar polished finish is distinctive and the lined interior holds up to 30 cigars (about $500). Field Pack, an eight-smoke version, is about $300.
Hunting for a great collectible? Try antique waterfowl decoys. Originally designed to attract migrating birds, these pieces of folk art are catching the attention of serious collectors. Last summer a running curlew decoy carved in 1890 sold for $335,500 at auction. Experts advise passing up the cheaper pieces and focusing on collecting fewer and better works. "Antique shops tend to overprice the bad pieces and underprice the good ones," says Herb Desch, president of the Midwest Decoy Collectors Association, which sponsors the largest show devoted to decoys. The 33rd annual National Antique Decoy Show (P.O. Box 4110, St. Charles, IL 60174) will be held April 24 and 25. You can also check out Decoy magazine ($36 a year, P.O. Box 787, Lewes, DE 19958).
Besides water, water and more water, experts suggest a few things to minimize a hangover. Michael Jackson, author of Michael Jackson's Bar and Cocktail Companion and nine other books on beer and whiskey, says the key is to eat a big breakfast or something sweet like toast and honey. Spirits writer Paul Pacult, who also cohosts The Happy Hour radio show on alcoholic beverages, advocates toast and water but no coffee ("It dehydrates you"). Harriet Lembeck, author of Grossman's Guide to Wines, Beers & Spirits, suggests half an antihistamine tablet before drinking. And Ray Foley, publisher of Bartender Magazine and author of Bartending for Dummies, likes Fernet Branca digestif. Or Diet Coke and tomato soup.
At the edge of the River Liffey in the Temple Bar section of Dublin--a funky area favored by artists, writers and musicians--sits the Clarence, the city's most prestigious and expensive boutique hotel. It's also Dublin's hottest hideaway, and for good reason. The hotel, built in 1852, closed for remodeling in 1994 and reopened in 1996, is owned by U2's Bono and the Edge. That means on any given night, bandmates are apt to mingle with the hotel's guests. Even if the band doesn't show, there is much to enjoy about the Clarence. The eight-walled Octagon Bar, once a favorite watering hole of Dublin judges and priests, is staffed by the young and Irish. (Look for Bono and the Edge in the "snug," the sideroom where celebrities may gather for private drinks.) The Tea Room, a restaurant serving grilled quail salad and lobster ravioli, features a 20-foot cove ceiling, double-height windows. And the two-storied penthouse (pictured here), one of the hotel's 50 rooms and suites with custom-made furniture in oak, leather and stone, boasts two dramatic views of Dublin's skyline: one from inside and one from the roof hot tub. Price: from $275 (double occupancy) to $2400 (for the penthouse) per night. For reservations, call 800-628-8929.
My wife and I have been married for two years, and we're both happy with our relationship. But I'm having trouble forgetting my first love. I met her in middle school and developed a crush that lasted through high school and college. She didn't know how I felt until I wrote her a letter baring my soul. Obviously, she did not share my feelings. This is all history, but I still think about her now and then. My ten-year high school reunion is approaching, and I dread seeing her because of the tumult I created. When my wife asks about the reunion, I change the subject. I know she senses that something is wrong. Should we go and avoid the woman or just skip the whole thing? Maybe in another ten years my old feelings won't be an issue. A.R., Houston, Texas
Alfred Kinsey was already middle-aged when he began his sex research. That he had indefatigable energy was evident--as an entomologist, he collected more than 4 million gall wasps for study. He had written more than 3000 pages of scholarly work between 1919 and 1937 alone--before he turned his eye to human sexual habits
"I want to lead you to think about a certain night in your life lately, when you were having unbelievably hot sex with somebody, and you're in the throes of total bliss. There's a light, or a sloppy, sweat all over your body. You are either with the person you love, or with a complete stranger who you had no idea would put you in a place of total desire. Or, the same stranger you meet on a regular basis for this explicit purpose. You are hornier, and higher, and dirtier, and more fucked-up with desire than you've ever been in your life. You're on the edge; you're just twittering. You hardly know who or what you are. And at that moment, somebody says the dirtiest, the most fucked-up thing you have ever heard: That person is a poet. What poets are really good for is talking dirty."
Who will succeed Michael Jordan as the king of America's number one sport? The candidates include Shaquille O'Neal, the Los Angeles Lakers' tower of marketing power, the Orlando Magic's Anfernee Hardaway and Kevin Garnett, the Minnesota Timber-wolves' $120 million man. But the leading contender for Jordan's throne is the all-world forward from Detroit. Grant Henry Hill, 25, stands 6'8", weighs 225 pounds and is said to be the cure for what ails American sports.
"I thought Tupac's death was going to be the end of it, but the psychodrama keeps going. The murder of Christopher Wallace is the latest in what is becoming a pathetic string of deaths. And the speed with which the media turned this unnecessary tragedy into evidence of a 'Rap War,' a 'Slay Revenge,' makes me worry that we haven't heard the last shots ring out yet."
A mink farmer's daughter from Newfoundland, Shannon Tweed was new to America when we found her 17 years ago. Since then the stellar six-footer has personified elegance in movies, television and some of Playboy's most popular pictorials. Now she's back--kicking off the new year in TV's The Tom Show with Tom Arnold and here on our pages with us. "Every so often I pose like this to reassure myself that I look OK," she says. How can such a woman be insecure about her looks? "Isn't every girl insecure?" she asks. Few have less reason to be. As a star of TV's Falcon Crest and more than 30 films, our 1982 Playmate of the Year gained notice as one of the world's great blondes. How popular is she? Tweed facts and photos are now seen on an estimated 20,000 Web sites, making her one of the top half-dozen cybercelebrities. "That only proves there are a lot more young men on the Net than young women," says Shannon. Of course her fans--some of whom can recite her lines in such films as Lethal Woman and Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death--beg to differ. To them she is an icon.
In The imaginative mapping and mensuration of the future, [Clarke's] record is mixed but intriguing....In one of his first published stories, Travel by Wire! (in Amateur Science Fiction Stories, December 1937), he remarkably predicted the launch of a British radio-transporter system--in 1962! [Clarke] used a similar idea in his first professionally published story, Loophole (Astounding Science Fiction, May 1946).
<p>New Year's Eve is a decadent night," says chef Bobby Flay. "New Year's Day should be decadent too." New Year's Day requires a celebration. The thing is, nobody is in shape to put one together. We're a cultural revolution away from the time when you tried to ignore your headache long enough to choke down Grandma's glazed ham. Thankfully, chef Flay has a solution. Every January 1 he hosts a Martha Stewart-free party that we've been dying to crash for years. Designed as a brunch, it moves lazily through the afternoon and early evening. Flay serves extravagant treats that require little more than the ability to use an ATM. He even likes to assemble the menu with leftovers from the night before. Of course, he has three restaurants from which to scrounge ingredients for his brunch. He's executive chef and co-owner of New York's Mesa Grill and, together with partner Laurence Kretchmer, also heads up the restaurants Mesa City and Bolo. The Zagat Survey has included Mesa Grill on its list of New York's top 20 restaurants since the place opened in 1991.</p>
Dressing up on New Year's Day can be quite a dilemma. Everyone feels like they're either on Prozac or full of St. John's wort. So your clothes should be comfortable, monochromatic and free of irony. And this is one chance to savor the lack of relational tension in the room. There will be plenty of time--a whole year's worth!--for things to get complicated later on.
I was a clean-cut Burlington boy who had joined the Marines to get money for college. I could run faster with a pack on my back than anyone else at boot camp that month, so they sent me off for recon training to be the best of the best and all I could be as the son of a tax-killed dairy farmer whose land is now suburban homes you could park a B-52 in, and for which he got shit. Recon is an elite group of soldiers. We are the guys who get sent behind enemy lines to take a look-see around before the real action starts up. We have a 90 percent casualty rate during wartime, of which we are supposed to be proud.
One evening in 1991, struggling filmmaker Billy Bob Thornton spotted his dream girl outside a Hollywood restaurant. "There's not a snowball's chance in hell of me getting your phone number, is there?" he drawled.
The Evening started at midnight--early by Buenos Aires standards. It was now three A.M. The nightclub is called Black and it was packed. It's sleek, with a long shiny bar and a small parquet dance floor set in front of a huge mirror. The clientele consists of well-dressed foreign businessmen and drop-dead fashionably dressed young women.
At 21, Heather Kozar, a self-described "spontaneous, silly and sophisticated" Ohio native, is ready for anything--from modeling to acting to re-belling against her strict upbringing. We met the down-to-earth angel in Chicago for a candid tête-à-tête.
A diver was marveling at the beauty of a coral reef 20 feet beneath the waves when he noticed a guy at the same depth wearing no scuba gear. The diver went down another 20 feet, and a few minutes later the other fellow floated into view. Twenty-five feet farther down, the guy reappeared. Confused, the diver took out a waterproof chalkboard and wrote, "How the hell are you able to stay under this long without equipment?"
As is the case with most men, Harry wanted to be taken seriously and resented the suggestion that he was not a serious man. Yet there may have been some truth to the charge. Because if he were to take a hard look at his life--which was not something he did every 20 minutes--he would have to admit that he had spent most of it chasing women. Or maybe not exactly chasing them, but pursuing them. Something along those lines. Which is not to suggest that he had a sterling record of catching them--or even knew what to do with them when he did--but he certainly did pursue them. Harry was still at it, but what bothered him is that he had done so much of it when he should have been reading Herodotus. He was reading Herodotus now, but if he had been reading Herodotus when he was chasing--or pursuing--women, he could have been finished with Herodotus and moved on to someone like Tacitus. Or Willa Cather. He could have been finished with Willa Cather, too, instead of just starting to read her.
Pop open the champagne and prime your guests for some serious mugging. This holiday season, digital cameras and camcorders are the life of the party. You won't wait hours--or worse, days--to see how the fun unfolded on film: Digital shooters cut the developing time to zero. Video footage and still images can be viewed on the spot on a television or on the camera's own LCD viewscreen. And unlike Polaroids, which aren't easily duplicated, digital photos can be cloned endlessly, allowing you to make keepsake copies for your pals via a PC or TV video printer. You can even add digital snapshots and video to e-mail or your Web site. For budding auteurs who prefer live footage, Sony takes the concept seriously. Its DCR-TRV7 Handycam Vision ($2700, pictured above) incorporates infrared technology that enables you to beam full-motion video to the TV as it's being shot. The only restrictions: You have to be within 16 feet from the tube and have a clear line of sight. (In other words, the guy wearing the lampshade can't block the beam.) The digital Handycam's IR connection can also be made with a computer, and it features a Fire Wire interface, a fairly new industry standard that ensures PC peripherals will hook up to any new-model computer, hassle free. Panasonic's slick-looking PV-DV710 Palmcorder ($2500) also has a Fire Wire interface, and, like the Sony, it includes an image-stabilization system that compensates for the shaky effect that may result from downing too many cocktails. Because digital camcorders are still in their infancy, these and other models by RCA, JVC and Sharp are priced considerably higher than their analog versions. (You can get a standard 8mm Handycam or a VHS-C Palmcorder for under $1000, while the digital variations cost upwards of $2000.) But digital technology brings surprising new (continued on page 193) Digital Bash(continued from page 133) talents to these machines. Beyond the high-resolution picture, a digital camcorder allows you to shoot a still image for about seven seconds while the audio continues recording in real time. This allows you to add creative freeze-frame techniques to your opus. Or, on a more pragmatic side, you can shoot something that's not moving (say, the blonde asleep on the sofa) and add a few well-chosen words of explanation.
<p>Before she became a legend, Bettie Page was a Tennessee girl strolling the beach at Coney Island, New York. An amateur photographer named Jerry Tibbs spotted the pretty secretary in October 1950. Tibbs asked her to pose for him. Bettie smiled and said yes. Soon she was posing for local camera clubs, and when shutterbugs asked the 27-year-old to pose nude, Bettie smiled and said yes.</p>
In 1983 Playboy movie critic Bruce Williamson alerted us to an enchanting ingenue. Kim Basinger's pictorial (Betting on Kim) appeared that year, just months before the former Miss Breck stole the show as James Bond girl Domino in the film Never Say Never Again. Her pictures were accompanied by words of praise from Sean Connery, George Plimpton and Bob Fosse, who predicted Kim would be a star. In her noir hit L.A. Confidential, Kim proved them right again.
Seinfeld's fab four have to be the most neurotic, shallow, inconsiderate people ever to light up the inside of a cathode-ray tube. They lie, scheme and whine. They make fun of one another's looks. They're indifferent to children and old people. They are petty, self-indulgent and greedy, turning their backs on one another for the basest of goals--a morsel of food, casual sex, a dry-cleaning discount. Why do people love these treacherous characters so much? Because they're funny. Seinfeld has more than 30 million fans. It has inspired catchphrases, deli sandwiches, Web shrines, a porn movie (Hindfeld) and even a Manhattan sight-seeing tour hosted by the real Kramer. The show is guilty but unindicted, with no high concepts and very loose morals. In other words, it's closer to reality than just about anything else on television. All hail Seinfeld.
While pursuing a math degree at a northern California college, Teri Hatcher didn't imagine that she would work with two of show business' biggest legends, Superman and James Bond. Starting out as a dancer in her native Sunnyvale, California, Hatcher accompanied a pal needing moral support to a casting call. There, Hatcher won the attention of the producers and was signed to play one of the ship's dancers on "The Love Boat." Hatcher had studied at the American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco, where one of her instructors was Annette Bening. Hatcher garnered small roles in Christopher Guest's "The Big Picture," "Soapdish" with Sally Field and "Straight Talk" opposite Dolly Parton. Her memorable guest appearance on "Seinfeld" alerted Warner Bros. executives who were searching for the postfeminist lead for the television series "Lois & Clark-- The New Adventures of Superman." The show gradually became a hit during its four year run, and Hatcher was soon appearing on Most Beautiful and Best Dressed lists around the world. She became an Internet star and turned heads with her nude appearance in the erotic thriller "Heaven's Prisoners" opposite Alec Baldwin. She also branched out with roles in the cult hit "2 Days in the Valley" and in David Schwimmer's directorial debut, "Since You've Been Gone." Now she is appearing in the latest James Bond movie, "Tomorrow Never Dies," as Pierce Brosnan's ex-lover and the current wife of a dangerously powerful media mogul.
Daphne Deckers--she's more famous in the netherlands than queen beatrix more popular than tulips who's the platinum-tressed beauty in the new James bond flick? her name is deckers daphne deckers a steamy--and dangerous--pictorial