This month we have more stars than a Van Gogh painting—new stars, resurgent stars and even some Star Wars. To begin: Heather Kozar is Playmate of the Year. Actually, Heather has inspired heavy crushes for 17 months. Now she is ready to take the world with her short hair. See for yourself. Her pictorial was shot by Arny Freytag and choreographed by West Coast Photo Editor Marilyn Grabowski.
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Although it's saddled with an inappropriate title, Besieged (Fine Line) lives up to Bernardo Bertolucci's reputation for striking, original entertainment. In this fable, spun by Clare Peploe and Bertolucci, African immigrant Thandie Newton is working as a maid for a reclusive English pianist (David Thewlis) at his townhouse in Rome while studying for a medical degree. He is smitten by her, but she pays no attention to his advances, being much too absorbed in her own life and in the haunting memories of her husband, an outspoken schoolteacher imprisoned in Nairobi. She doesn't even respond to Thewlis' beautiful music because she can't relate to the European classics he favors. Ultimately, he decides to prove his love for her in the only way he can—and she does her best to pretend it isn't happening. To reveal more would spoil the surprise and spontaneity of this film. Bertolucci isn't afraid of silence—in fact, much of the film's expository scenes play without dialogue—and he uses a kinetic editing style with often overlapping shots to good effect. The result is stimulating and satisfying. The two lead actors are superb. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
Points in the paint: Award them to Image Entertainment for releasing Stephen Sondheim's musical Sunday in the Park With George. The production, shot for PBS in 1986, features original stars Mandy Patinkin and Bernadette Peters (with commentary from both), and is arriving on laser ($50) and DVD ($30). Sondheim and James Lapine, director of the stage production, also turn up on the supplemental audio track. Apologies to Uma Thurman, but the jumpsuit that launched a thousand libidos is coming to DVD. All 162 episodes of The Original Avengers, the wry and beloved British TV series that inspired last year's painful Thurman–Fiennes big-screen bomb, will be released by A&E Home Video ($45 for a two-episode disc; $25 for a single disc). Episodes featuring Diana Rigg as Miss Peel (they caused a stir when first aired in 1967) are the first discs out. No extras, but who needs any?
That swinging International Man of Mystery, Austin Powers (Mike Myers), is back in theaters in The Spy Who Shagged Me. But he didn't just thaw out of a deep freeze after 30 years. Here are the top-secret secrets to his zany ancestry.
Can't remember if you had a good time during spring break? Perhaps Spring Break Uncensored (TML, 888-312-1112) will jog your memory. Watch college kids getting drunk, participating in simulated-sex competitions and generally acting like the leaders of tomorrow. Think of this as the party version of a high-speed car chase. It's as funny as Cops and as uplifting as Jerry Springer—and much sexier.
You know in your heart you should be familiar with the oeuvres of Truffaut, Wertmüller, Godard, Rohmer and the Taviani brothers. But classic foreign films come and go at the local art house faster than a noon quickie—if your town even has an art house. Help is here: This year the World Class Cinema Collection (Fox Lorber; $20 to $30 each) will issue more than 50 time-honored films from great directors, many for the first time on DVD, including six early Ingrid Bergman gems in Swedish. Now you can find out what The 400 Blows is all about.
"I love watching videos—particularly romantic comedies—lying on my couch, eating popcorn," says Matthew Perry of Friends. "My favorite movies include: Annie Hall, because it is hysterical and was a little ahead of its time. It's a marvelous love story that I watched for the first time with my mom when I was eight. It's a Wonderful Life is just the nicest place to be. And I don't think my love for Return to the Blue Lagoon needs to be explained. It's a classic."
On ¿No? (Rudeballs, chizmosos.com), Lil' Rudy G. and the Chizmosos represent Chicano pop at its most loco and lucid. ¿No? contains everything from soliloquies on street life, jail and drugs to a protest against Santa, who's been ignoring the barrio. Its highlight is Cannibal's Eulogy, a history of Cannibal and the Headhunters and their Land of 1000 Dances. Green Bubble hilariously recounts what happens when cultural pride reaches the border. The music ranges from punk to Joe Cuba, Hippy Hippy Shake to Afro-Latin swing. ¿No? is roots music at its smartest and funniest, even if you don't know how to pony like bony maronie.
Imperial Teen make no bones about their gender bending. "Why you gotta be so proud?/I'm the one with lipstick on," sings "looped on estrogen" Roddy Bottum, who used to play keyboards for Faith No More. He leads this outfit on guitar and vocals. "You're fucking movie stars," and "I'm fucking congressmen" are lines from different songs on What Is Not to Love (Slash). Imperial Teen think they're saying something new, which makes it possible to enjoy this disc.
Jeff Beck, along with fellow Yardbird alumni Jimmy Page and Eric Clapton, practically invented modern rock guitar. And next to Hendrix, he may be the most innovative one of all. Even so, he avoided commercial career moves in favor of offbeat experimentation. Some found his legendary Seventies fusion albums such as Wired and Blow by Blow dazzling. Others agreed with Pete Townshend when he dissed Beck as the most expressive player in rock—with nothing to express. Who Else! (Epic), Beck's first album of original material in a decade, is the radiant blend of technique and feeling that fans and critics have been waiting for. From cutting-edge techno to Delta blues, he wrings tones out of his guitar that sound as if they were beamed in by UFOs—especially on the frenzied Space for the Papa, which features a vocal loop by Chrissie Hynde. And on Angel (Footsteps) and Declan, he plays with an aching passion and sensuality that makes Who Else! a moving experience.
In this age of Monica, Bill and Oval Office sex, rapper Foxy Brown doesn't seem quite so nasty. And that's a good thing artistically. Chyna Doll (Def Jam) is the 19-year-old's follow-up to the platinum Ill Na Na. While it's still sexually frank, Chyna Doll contains some surprising introspection. My Life is an homage to a similarly titled Mary J. Blige song. It describes her childhood, including a dismissive look at her father ("I didn't ask to be born/Dum dum/Shoulda used a condom") and hypocrisy ("Catchin' cases/Spittin' in faces/I'm a woman so I'm a bitch/Double standard/Call him a mack, call me a ho"). On Job, a hip-hop interpretation of the old dance classic Ain't Nothin' Goin' On But the Rent, she demands her lover work harder—financially and sexually. With longtime collaborator Jay-Z, she executes a robbery on Bonnie and Clyde Part II. Foxy drives into the sexual battleground between men and women with both obscenity and candor. For some, she might be scary, but she does make catchy pop records.
Worshiped in San Francisco for his guitar virtuosity, Tommy Castro throws a bit more rock and two bits of soul into his basic blues mix on Right As Rain (Blind Pig). He has the voice, the band and the guitar to pull it off. Does he have the cathartic exuberance to extricate his audience from their own blues? I'm here to testify that his sandpaper howl and Stratocaster sting do the trick. His vocal duet with Delbert McClinton on an old Sam and Dave song, Don't Turn Your Heater Down, has to be the best Sam and Dave since the originals. Unlike the dozens of neo-Stevie Ray Vaughans on the blues circuit, Castro has the taste and self-assurance to allow other musicians their moments. His guitar solos stand out because you get them in tasteful dollops.
In the past year Gavin Bryars has made tremendous advances as a composer. Best known for his string quartets, this British modernist has been working in new formats. Two recent releases suggest he's on the verge of something great. Cadman Requiem (Point) is a solemn work of calm grandeur sung by the Hilliard Ensemble. With three contemplative works for saxophone ensemble, Gavin Bryars (Daphénéo) is the kind of CD that comes around only once or twice a decade. Precise but forceful, these may be the best classical works ever written for saxophone.
Pennies from heaven department: Did you hear about the Silicon Valley lawyer who wrote Y2K, the song? Sung to the tune of the Village People's YMCA, it begins, "Young man, might your server go down?" The chorus includes: "Y2K, I just can't wait for that Y2K. At the New Year's Eve bash, can I access my cash? Or will the ATM state I'm 100 years too late?" Songwriter Bruce Kerr says that with Internet access he doesn't need a record label, just a computer.
John Wesley Harding's Trad Arr Jones (Zero Hour) gives the current folk revival an essential it's lacked: an album of actual folk songs. Well, sort of. Harding, the self-styled gangsta folk performer, plays 11 songs based on traditional sources. Sometimes, as on The Singer's Request, only the melody's evocative melancholy makes you certain there's a traditional song in there somewhere. Elsewhere, songwriter Nic Jones takes incredible liberties in rewriting ancient ballads: Little Musgrave barely deviates from Matty Groves, for instance. The result is an album filled with murder, mysticism, passion and betrayal—all the gore and glory that has gone into such balladry since Chaucer. Harding isn't exactly taking a break, even though he didn't do any of the writing. Trad contains the most confident singing he's ever done. The new folk revival is probably better off with songs written for those who are going to have to learn to live in it. But there'd be no way to educate ourselves without the kind of bountiful, beautiful history that Trad Arr Jones displays so boldly.
This year the big home-tech trend is owning more than one PC and networking them. Like office networks, home variations let you rig several PCs to share printers, scanners and other devices. But you don't have to rip down drywall or reconfigure wiring. Instead, products by InnoMedia and ShareWave use radio frequency technology to move your documents from, say, a laptop in the bedroom to a printer in your home office. ShareWave has even adapted its network to link a PC and a television set. All you do is connect a special plug-in card and radio frequency transmitter to your PC, and a receiver to any TV set. Using a wireless keyboard, the TV then becomes a computer station with the ability to tap into all the software and hardware connected to the base system. Philips' Ambi (about $800) is the first product to feature ShareWave's PC-TV technology. Down the road this network will offer a bonus: If you don't have a DVD player connected to your TV, Ambi will let you spin one on your computer's DVD-ROM drive and watch it on the big screen. Another home networking option is to use phone lines to connect PCs. ActionTec's ActionLink ($99) comes with cards that connect computers to a nearby phone jack, distributing information through the telephone wiring without interrupting incoming or outgoing calls. But the ultimate home networking solution may be Sun Microsystems' Jini. Based on the Java language that is used to jazz up Web pages, Jini promises one-button control of your home electronics and environment. With newfangled Jiniized gear, you'll be able to press a button and watch the computer power down as the lights dim and the Jacuzzi kicks in. Hold all calls, please.
In the interest of lightening your gadget load, we suggest you let your PalmPilot do double duty as a game machine. A website called the Pilot Zone (pilotzone.com) offers a slew of great software for the Pilot, including these addictive entertainment options. Casino: Las Vegas at your fingertips—blackjack, roulette, craps, video poker and slots—but without the payoffs. Intelligolf Birdie Edition: Turn your Pilot into a golf scorecard as you track, analyze and review the stats for a foursome. Included are 14 of the sport's most popular wagering games, including Skins, Stroke Play, Greenies and Bingo-Bango-Bongo. IR Battleship and IR Chess: These variations of the classic board games let you play on your own or with an opponent, beaming moves from one Pilot to another via infrared links. Kyle's Quest: A popular role-playing game in which you explore a bizarre world while fighting monsters and taking on a slew of challenges. Gilligan's Quest: A companion to Kyle's Quest, this one has you helping the castaways of the S.S. Minnow get off the island. Maze Madness: An addictive game in which you make your way through increasingly difficult mazes. Triv: A Trivial Pursuit clone with more than 4400 questions. Squeeze the Ants: Earn points squashing bugs—but don't get stung. Star Pilot: Not exactly a game but equally entertaining, this full-featured star map includes a database of nearly 500 stars and 40 constellations. It works according to your current location, date and time. So if you were to hold the PalmPilot over your head, the stars would appear on the screen exactly as they do in the sky.
No, this isn't the latest in hair-drier design. It's InterAct's FX Racing Wheel, a PC peripheral that functions as a steering wheel–type game controller yet doesn't take up your entire desktop. In fact, the FX is similar to a remote control in size and handling. Gripping it with your left hand, you maneuver your vehicle by pointing the device to the left and right. To adjust speed, you turn the rubberized wheel with your opposite hand. Force feedback technology creates a vibration sensation every time you hit a bump, groove in the road or slick spot and special controls give you the option of programming the various buttons to perform specific tricks. The price: $40. • A great controller can improve racing action, but you need a powerful set of multimedia speakers to complete the fun. We've been cranking the Powered Partners AV390PLs from Advent ($150). This 70-watt, three-speaker sound system rocks—whether you're burning rubber on a racetrack, spinning compact discs or listening to sound files from the Web. It's even better if you have a DVD drive on your system. The AV390PL setup includes front left and right satellite speakers, a bass-booming sub-woofer that can be mounted on the wall or placed on the floor, Dolby Virtual Surround sound (which creates a seven-speaker effect) and enough power to turn your office into a miniature movie theater. The challenge? Getting your work done.
Sammy Sosa takes a turn as video game cover boy on Triple Play 2000. Like all great sports games, the latest Triple Play incarnation lets you choose from a complete roster of teams and players as well as game modes that include single game, season, career, home-run challenge and playoffs. It also sets the action in major league stadiums, all re-created in impressive detail. But what distinguishes this game from other baseball titles is player realism. For the first time, EA Sports lets you see the reaction on Sosa's face as he hits one out of the park—or gets thrown out at home base. (For Windows 95/98, Sony PlayStation and Nintendo 64.)
Founders Daniel Gluck and Alison Maddex plan to make their forthcoming erotic endeavor at 233 Fifth Avenue in New York the "Smithsonian of Sex." But until the Museum of Sex opens early next year, your best bets for exploring erotica of all sorts are across the Atlantic. The tacky exterior of Amsterdam's Sex Museum (Damrak 18) belies the merit of many of the antiquities on display, though the room touted as "shocking" seems relatively tame. In Paris, the Musée de l'Erotisme (72, Boulevard de Clichy) sprang up in 1997 amid Pigalle's peep shows and sex shops. The top three floors of the building showcase contemporary art; the other four offer rotating selections of modern sculpture and photography, as well as African fertility fetishes and other exotic eclectica. Barcelona's Museu de l'Eròtica (Ramblas 96) focuses on erotic pop culture—postcards, pin-ups, movies and tattoos. Copenhagen's Museum Erotica (Købmagergade 24) promises insight into the sex life of Hans Christian Andersen, and you will also find paintings and sex toys. Berlin's Erotik Museum (Kantstrasse at Joachimstaler Strasse) emphasizes classical Asian and European art and artifacts, though snuff bottles painted on the inside with copulating couples share space with a replica of Marilyn Monroe. Silent porn films are shown in a small room. Claus Becker's Erotic Art Museum in Hamburg (Reeperbahn between Gr. Freiheit Strasse and Holstenstrasse) contains a world-class collection of European erotic paintings, drawings and lithos, including some by Picasso.
Grundig's leather Executive Traveler (pictured below) measures only four inches by seven inches closed, but it holds a detachable AM-FM-SW radio, and there's room for your passport, credit cards and plane tickets. Price: about $150 (including earphones). • Melitta's stainless steel 14-ounce Café Euro Travel Mug Coffeemaker comes with a minibrick of premium roast coffee and all the accessories to make a freshly brewed cup to go in the time it takes to prepare instant. Price: about $20. • Danger! (the latest Travelers' Tales guide) takes you from Bosnia to Borneo with "true stories of trouble and survival" by foreign correspondents, adventure junkies and others. It's a $17.95 gut-chewer.
Built on seven hills, Lisbon has been a popular destination since the Romans arrived 2000 years ago. Baixa, the charming waterfront section, and Bairro Alto, the old city on the hill above it, are the town's twin hearts. Start cocktail hour with a glass of white port (Lisbon's aperitif of choice) at Café Targus (Rua Diário de Notícias 40B), a favorite of the local media. The best seafood is served in Baixa at Gambrinus (Rua das Portas de Santo Antão 25). Try the salt cod, shrimp with garlic sauce, or cataplana—a shellfish stew. Conventual (Praça das Flores 45) in Bairro Alto offers traditional dishes (such as stewed clams) with a French influence. After dinner it's time for serious drinking to the plaintive Portuguese-poetry-put-to-music known as fado. Bairro Alto has many fado clubs, which usually don't begin to come alive until 11 P.M. (most have a $10 to $15 minimum that includes two drinks). Try Adega Machado (Rua do Norte 91) or Lisboa à Noite (Rua das Gaveas 69). Then join the thousands of people who stroll Bairro Alto's narrow cobblestone streets nightly, choosing from dozens of small bars, many open until dawn. The hot spot for large, modern dance clubs is along the river on Avenida 24 de Julho, with Docks and Indochina being the most popular. If you have an extra night, head for Estoril, 15 miles away, where you'll find one of Europe's largest casinos. An express train leaves every 15 minutes from Baixa and Bairro Alto, or you can hire a taxi.
Often described as the "supreme country house of Edwardian Scotland," Manderston was the home of Sir James Miller, a sportsman and soldier known to his friends as Lucky Jim (he died in 1906). His former abode and surrounding grounds near the Scottish border are open for visits, courtesy of the current owners, Lord and Lady Palmer. Manderston's silver-plated staircase (see inset) is just one of the home's famous attractions. There's also a marble dairy, teakwood-paneled stables and 56 acres of formal and informal gardens. During your stay, you'll have the opportunity to dine with his lordship and her ladyship, play a round of golf at nearby Sunlaws, try your hand (or perhaps we should say wrist) at falconry and visit other great houses in the area. Cultural Kingdoms Ltd. will make all the arrangements, including transportation from London. Price: about $4000 per couple for three days and two nights.
Over 40 famous authors—including Stephen King, Maya Angelou, Norman Mailer, Amy Tan, Dave Barry, Molly Ivins, Carl Hiaasen and Roy Blount Jr.—get musical on a double CD aptly titled Stranger Than Fiction. "I don't believe I pose any threat to Jon Bon Jovi or even the late Tiny Tim," says Leonard Maltin about his contribution. Order your copy through Don't Quit Your Day Job Records (P.O. Box 27901-120, San Francisco, CA 94127). Then get out your kazoo and hum along with the literary greats.
In The PGA Tour Complete Book of Golf (Henry Holt), Michael Corcoran offers the longest and most complete golf lesson of all time. With over 400 pages of tips, suggestions and strategies, compiled through interviews with almost a hundred tour professionals, the book presents the official collected wisdom of the PGA. There's enough great advice here to confuse or enlighten any student. For his latest sports odyssey, John Feinstein spent the better part of last year traveling the PGA tour. The result is The Majors: In Pursuit of Golf's Holy Grail (Little, Brown). "Most of the time, professional golfers play for money," writes Feinstein. "It is how they're measured at the end of each year. But four times a year they are playing for history." Those tournaments make up the majors: the Masters, the U.S. Open, the British Open and the PGA. Feinstein skillfully weaves together the history and tradition of the tournaments and the day-to-day buildup to create a vivid (if overly detailed) portrait of life on the tour. Focusing on a core group of competitors, including Fred Couples, David Duval and Mark O'Meara, Feinstein conveys the atmosphere and captures the drama. Bill Murray seems like a guy who might show up late for a Sunday morning tee time. So it's not surprising that a review copy of Cinderella Story: My Life in Golf (Doubleday), co-authored with Golf magazine's editor in chief, George Peper, was delayed. This account of Murray's association with golf, from his days as a caddy on Chicago's North Shore to his crowd-pleasing antics as a decent golfer on the pro-am circuit, is at least as much fun as 18 holes at Pebble Beach. Golf may receive limited play in The Best American Sports Writing of the Century (Houghton Mifflin), but that's par for the course, considering the amount of sportswriting devoted to baseball and boxing. From John Updike's brilliant chronicle of Ted Williams' final game to Mark Kram's knockout account of the Thrilla in Manila, there's so much material here that the hand of guest editor David Halberstam is practically invisible. This lineup also features three pieces from Playboy in an anthology that can be savored like a hole in one.
A Dangerous Friend (Houghton Mifflin) is Ward Just's 12th novel. It's also his best. It is set in Vietnam in the mid-Sixties but isn't a war story in the conventional sense. Instead, it focuses on American civilians who went to Vietnam for what was called "nation building" (a term that covers many sins and job descriptions). Such an American is Sydney Parade, the man at the center of this novel, who brings destruction to those he meets, including a French landowner and his American wife, who are trying to survive amid chaos. Just gives us a colorful roster of the fools trying to save Vietnam, including Tony Dacy, who beds Vietnamese girls under the watchful eye of his Polaroid camera; Dicky Rostok, the ambitious administrator who is a stone-cold killer at heart; and Pablo Gutterman, married to a Vietnamese woman and destined to become an unwitting agent of death. A Dangerous Friend shows brilliantly how defeat is sown early on by Americans who think they are performing miracles, but who are actually guaranteeing annihilation.
Armchair travel books have improved tremendously over the past few years. Gone is the stereotypical travel writer, the know-it-all in a bush jacket who makes fun of various pidgin cultures. In his place is a quirky observer of human nature, a fallible traveler who is usually a source of great amusement to those he encounters. One writer responsible for this rejuvenation is Eric Newby, the self-effacing travel editor of London's Observer. Lonely Planet has reissued Newby's classics in paperback. Newby's Love and War in the Apennines relates his experience as an escaped POW. A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush details his mountain climbing in Afghanistan. In Slowly Down the Ganges, he takes a maddening 1200-mile journey to the Bay of Bengal. Round Ireland in Low Gear chronicles a foul-weather bicycle trip with his wife. On the Shores of the Mediterranean and A Small Place in Italy show him at his best—witty and captivating. Another master of the form is the Times' Literary Supplement's Redmond O'Hanlon. No Mercy: A Journey Into the Heart of the Congo (Vintage) tells of his feverish exploits among the Pygmies. He confronts the unknown with a peculiar mix of dread and bemusement. Australian scientist Tim Flannery has written Throwim Way Leg (Atlantic Monthly), an incredible book about his experiences in the wilds of New Guinea. His may be the first sympathetic portrait of cannibals, but it's also a wistful look at a passing culture.
The next time that you visit Olympia, Washington, check out the men's room in the state senate. But be warned: Female legislators have taken over what used to be the men's room and male senators have been banished to a smaller facility with fewer stalls. "Democracy in action," State Senator Harriet Spanel said with a smile when asked about it.
We have seen the future, and it looks a lot like...Homer Simpson? Welcome to the world of Futurama, the second television series to spring from the subversive mind of Matt Groening. With Groening's first creation, The Simpsons, still going strong after ten seasons (plus two years of shorts on The Tracey Ullman Show), the cartoonist turned mogul has turned his distinctive drawing style and jaundiced worldview to science fiction, a genre he loved as a kid growing up in Portland, Oregon.
Give Thomas Hutschenreuter two bottles from the same case of beer and he can tell which was near the hand hole (exposure to light can skunk it ever so slightly). As master brewer for Beck's, he takes his beer seriously. As his blueprint shows, he is particular about pouring. Our advice: Repeat the exercise until you get it right.
"A high-performance rally car for five passengers and all their gear" is how Michael Desmond of Mitsubishi Motors describes the SSU—which stands for super sports utility. Whether it will be produced is yet to be decided, but the go-for-it consumer response at the Detroit and Chicago auto shows might be what it takes to get the 310-horsepower all-wheel-drive concept car off its pedestal and onto the byways and boondocks. If you're into extreme sports such as sky surfing, the SSU is your baby, according to Desmond, a lead designer at Mitsubishi's design studio in California. "It's capable of 150-mph laps around a track and serious 'air time' off road," he says. And you don't have to give up any creature comforts. By that we mean Recaro bucket seats, a GPS system and limousine-style legroom.
The perfect Chicago-style hot dog starts with a Vienna Beef frank simmered for ten minutes and placed in a poppy seed bun, according to Barry Potekin, founder of Gold Coast Dogs. He smears a thin layer of mustard along the dog with the back of a spoon ("squeeze-bottle squiggles don't look right"), then does the same with relish. Next are chopped onion and three sport peppers (like serranos, only less fiery). Then he places a long slice of dill pickle and three slices of tomato along the top. The final touch is a dash of celery salt to bring out the flavor of the tomatoes. And, Potekin says, "never, ever put catsup on a hot dog. It's like putting mayonnaise on corned beef."
I caught my girlfriend having sex with another guy. It was obvious that alcohol was involved. I've told myself since the beginning of this relationship that I would forgive one major fuckup, so after much deliberation, I took her back. She has promised me that this guy was the only one and that she had sex with him twice (I caught her the second time). Her remorse seems sincere, especially during all those nights when she cried her eyes out and begged me not to leave her and to forgive her. She makes it a point now to tell me how much she loves me. I think I made the right move, but I'm only 19 (she's 18). I'm not too proud to say that I love her, but it's not like we're married. Did I make the right decision?—F.M., Yuma, Arizona
Dwight Childs' pickup truck came equipped with driver-side and passenger-side air bags. On May 16, 1998 he ran a red light and crashed into another vehicle. His two-month-old son was on the seat next to him, belted into a rear-facing child carrier and, as a local reporter described it, "in the bags' line of fire." The air bags deployed, killing the baby.
An exasperated Sigmund Freud once asked, "What do women want?" Five generations later, we at least know where to look for the answer. No, we're not talking about correcting the 74-cents-to-the-dollar gender gap in wages, breaking the glass ceiling or electing Liddy Dole. We are talking about fucking a ghost who looks like George Costanza, having sex with an ice sculpture and using all manner of monster vibrators the Clitickler, the Gigantor, the Panabrator IX. When it comes to sex, women's deepest yearnings are as far-out as those of men. A cottage industry in female fantasy—one that began with Anais Nin and was passed down to the editors of Ladies' Home Erotica and now the Herotica series of books and tapes—has flowered. We examined four recent volumes of clit lit to learn what turns on the modern woman.
"Rather than 'government by the people,' we now have 'attention deficit democracy.' Less than half of the voters show up at the polls; less than half of the voters who do show up understand the issues. Politicians themselves are often unaware of what lurks in the bills they vote for. The larger government becomes, the less democratic it will tend to be, simply because people become less able to comprehend and judge the actions of their rulers. The great issue for modern democracy is whether politicians can fool enough of the people enough of the time to continue expanding their power over everyone."
Name the actor who has appeared in more big movies in the Nineties: Hanks, Schwarzenegger, Cruise, Willis, Williams? The answer is none of the above. The distinction goes to Samuel L. Jackson, the most prolific African American actor in history—whose movies have earned a total of $1.2 billion this decade. And that doesn't count Jackson's latest film, Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, the first of the Star Wars prequels and the most eagerly anticipated film of the year.
There's a big difference between being sick and not feeling your best. Doctors and pharmaceutical companies used to know the difference. If you were sick, they were there to help. If other aspects of your life weren't perfect, well, you should just learn to live with them.
The lights are low, the joint is buzzing, and sultry jazz vamps circle your head like smoke rings from a French cigarette. Through the bottom of your martini glass, you see them up there on the stage like a vision from the past. Here come the dancing girls: There are eight—yes, eight—leggy dames in corsets and panties, stockings and garters, straddling café chairs and giving you come-hither winks. Slick back your hair, gentlemen, and prepare to adjust your trousers. You have been granted an audience with Robin Antin's Pussycat Dolls.
DJs are everywhere. On a recent night outside New York's Sound Factory, dedicated fans form a line. Despite the long wait—and a $25 per head charge—they pack the 3000-person club to capacity. The draw: prominent London-based drum and bassist DJ Aphrodite. Downstairs at the coat check the ascendant status of DJs is even more apparent. A kid is playing records on a pair of turntables set up in the open space between the garderobe and the bathrooms—and a crowd has gathered, watching intensely. The kid spins a vinyl platter into position with his left hand. He ignores the crowd, puts his headphones up to one ear and begins to bounce to the beat. On the main dance floor, a variety of creatures dance in outlandish gear. Two women wear angel wings and skimpy tank tops. Glitter chicks flit about with glow sticks in their mouths, a cute trick that produces an eerie green light when they speak. Amid the bouncing and bobbing, a few guys hit the smooth floor for some neo-break dancing. Another group twist their arms and hands like Grateful Dead fans. Girls with bare midriffs climb onto bass boxes the size of SUVs and start to dance. Ten feet above the fray, a couple of figures jump around behind a bank of equipment in the DJ booth. They urge the crowd on (text continued on page 100)DJ Culture(continued from page 81) with sonic booms, stuttering high hats and an array of blips and sirens—the new rock and roll.
Never mind that Willie Brown was out roaming the town until God knows when last night, capping off a crowded evening of official events and decidedly unofficial carousing with a stop for barbecue at a Fillmore District rib joint in the small hours. And never mind that it's barely seven o'clock on a Saturday morning and most of San Francisco is still asleep. Mayor Brown likes to get an early start, and here in his opulent city-hall offices the business day is already in full swing. One of the chief complaints of the mayor's critics is that his standard operating style is that of "management by crisis," and right now there is a waiting room teeming with citizens in varying stages of urgency giving vivid testimony to that charge.
Bet you've never felt sympathy for a male model. Still, there's something cruel about asking a guy to get hot on the beach with 1997 PMOY Victoria Silvstedt. After all, the beach is where hope—and lust—springs eternal. The setting is ripe for seduction. First Victoria takes off her engagement ring and hands it to us. Then we bring out three of this season's best bathing suits—and not a dud among them. The role-playing begins and the camera starts clicking. With each successive change of trunks, his confidence soars. It's a scenario that soon will be played out on strands all over the country. The right swimwear can turn a moment into an endless summer. This year, thankfully, trunks come in a variety of styles, so you can buy a great pair that's appropriate for your body type and tan. Your chance of finding the perfect match has never been better.
Some Hollywood soothsayers predicted that Christina Applegate's career would live and die with the role of teen sex-pot Kelly Bundy on the long-running Married With Children. With her NBC hit sitcom Jesse, Applegate has proved her critics wrong. After Married With Children ended an 11-year run, Applegate stepped away from television for a few years, reemerging in such studio films as Mafia!, Wild Bill with Jeff Bridges and Tim Burton's Mars Attacks! Applegate also appeared in the independent productions Nowhere, The Big Hit and Claudine's Return, in which she returned to her sexpot image.
Darth Maul is from a nightmare, but it's George Lucas' nightmare, which means millions of Star Wars fans will line up on May 19 to greet the horned Dark Lord of the Sith and his deadly double light saber (below). Episode I: The Phantom Menace takes place a generation before Star Wars. Darth Vader has yet to choose the Dark Side, or don his familiar bug helmet. Instead, he's a nine-year-old boy named Anakin Sky-walker, who, with the proper training, has the power to become a Jedi Knight. Luke and Leia aren't even thoughts, though R2-D2 has a role, as does C-3PO. The galaxy is in turmoil—what else is new?—and the greedy Trade Federation has laid siege to the small planet of Naboo, cutting off all shipping with a blockade of warships. Qui-Gon Jinn (Liam Neeson) and his Jedi pupil, Obi-Wan Kenobi (Ewan McGregor), are sent to put things right. They meet with Queen Amidala, who hopes to end the federation's stranglehold and save her people from starvation. Darth Maul is in hot pursuit of the Jedi Knights and the queen, ordered by his master, Darth Sidious, to destroy them. All this leads to starfighter dogfights, a perilous pod race, encounters with strange (computer-generated) creatures, light saber duels and raps about the Force. If you're hoping to see how the story plays out on opening weekend, you'd better be reading this in line. Diehard fans have already staked their claims outside theaters, and some are flying in from overseas (the film doesn't open in Europe until later this summer). That Phantom Menace will be the highest-grossing film ever is a given—it's by how much that has everyone guessing.
At the age of 15, Kimberly Spicer decided that she wanted to pose for Playboy. Four years later, between modeling school, winning Michigan's 1998 Hawaiian Tropic swimsuit pageant and working the night shift at Hooters, she made it happen. We met the ambitious 19-year-old for lunch in Chicago.
Before there was a Blondie there was a girl named Deborah Harry. A cute kid adopted by a nice middle-class New Jersey family, a junior college graduate who fantasized about Marilyn Monroe being her natural mother.
A plane trip is one of the few occasions when you can spend uninterrupted quality time with your computer. No phones, no spur-of-the-moment meetings. Just the chance to focus. And because the airplane now doubles as an office, it's also a great place to procrastinate. Who's to say you can't slip the director's cut of Blade Runner into your DVD-ROM drive? The best portable computers can put the business of a Fortune 500 company in your lap one minute and a cinema, arcade or alien battlefield the next. In fact, with lightning-fast processors, crystal-clear screens, giant hard drives, speedy network and modem connections and surprisingly good stereo sound, new-generation notebooks rival the best desktop machines. Yet, buying one still means deciding how much weight you want to carry (anything more than five pounds can get heavy fast). Do you need a big screen or a compact case? Wading through the thousands of configurations from dozens of manufacturers can be a huge time suck. Because time is what your machine is supposed to save, we've selected the top four notebook computers on the market (plus a few runners-up). Those that made the cut were judged on everything from performance to ease of use to tech support to portability. The good news: Power differences among the winners are insignificant; they're all major workhorses and play horses—complete with DVD-ROM drives and 56kbps modems. And all the respective manufacturers make troubleshooting painless with toll-free customer-support lines that offer just the right amount of hand-holding. These are the similarities. But each computer also has unique features that have earned it a spot in our ranking, which we detail here and highlight (along with important technical specs) in the accompanying chart. It's a sure bet that if you choose any one of the four notebooks we've selected, you'll want to book extra flying time just to allow yourself to get better acquainted.
The past year has been a total trip," says Heather Kozar, pattering barefoot across the blond wood floor in her new Hollywood Hills home. She glides from room to room, giving a tour of the boudoir, the Japanese-inspired bathroom, the office and the skylight-equipped TV area. Then it's out through a glass door and onto a vast stone porch, where Heather sweeps her arm in the air to emphasize the thousands of tiny lights shining below. "West Hollywood is over there. And that's Burbank. And the Playboy Mansion," she says, pointing toward the landscape like a real estate agent trying to sway Leonardo DiCaprio into buying the property, "is right over there." She takes a deep breath and exhales, (text concluded on page 148)Playmate of the Year(continued from page 131) then shows us that quintessential Heather smile (demure at first, then bursting at its seams). "I feel so peaceful up here."
to paraphrase jay-z, the real world is a hard-knock Life, graduation means leaving the shelter of campus and being thrust headfirst into a brutal, unfamiliar environment where people have jobs and bosses and actually care if you've washed your clothes and cleaned your apartment. but postgrad Life also has its perks—paychecks, christmas parties, golf outings and that sexy harvard grad with the short skirt who sits in the cubicle Next to yours. Here is some advice on making a smooth transition into adulthood.
Below is a list of retailers and manufacturers you can contact for information on where to find this month's merchandise. To buy the apparel and equipment shown on pages 32, 34, 41, 90–93, 116–119, 124–125, 139 and 179, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Having a CD changer in the trunk used to earn a guy bragging rights. Now you need a theater on wheels. Vehicles tricked out with surround sound and liquid-crystal displays for watching movies and playing video games are one of the biggest new trends—and not just with the minivan set. Because car theaters often do double duty as vehicle navigation systems, they're particularly appealing to hard-core commuters and road trippers. Most involve elaborate custom installations (with monitors built into seat backs or suspended from the ceiling for passenger viewing) and cost upwards of $4000. But Kenwood offers a simpler, more affordable schematic: Its P907 is a $2000 indash unit that combines an adjustable touch-screen TV with a CD player. An antenna on the P907 pulls in VHF and UHF channels, and a pair of audio-video inputs let you hook up video sources such as a VCR or a DVD player. Fortunately for the rest of us on the road, you can't watch Ronin or Jerry Springer while driving to the office. Circuitry in the system prevents the monitor from functioning when the car is in motion. The same holds true for Clarion's VRX740Z, a $1700 receiver with a pop-up touch-screen monitor and controls for CD and minidisc changers. But instead of just going blank when you're driving, both monitors provide touch control of the audio gear. Two other notable car theater products: Alpine's DVA-52000 ($1200) and Panasonic's CX-DV-1500 ($1400), DVD players designed for easy-to-reach dash installation. Another Clarion product, the AutoPC, is an in-dash Windows CE computer and CD player that also spins CD-ROMs. Voice recognition built into the $1300 AutoPC lets you tell the system to change CD tracks or crank up the volume. With hardware upgrades, you can also use voice commands to access e-mail and schedules, track the stock market and get directions via global positioning satellite technology. For something less elaborate but equally impressive, check out the Eclipse Commander 9002 ($400), a voice-activated stereo and navigation system that works in conjunction with three Eclipse CD tuners (including the 5506 pictured here, $900). If you would prefer to kill commute time with tunes and talk radio, try Nakamichi's MusicBank MB-100 ($1000), the first in-dash CD changer and tuner to accommodate six compact discs. Still clinging to your custom cassette collection but want in-dash CD capability too? Sanyo's EXCD-1000 ($400) features a faceplate that folds down to reveal slots for a cassette and a CD. And if security is a priority, JVC's ElKameleon KD-LX1 ($329) and KD-LX3 ($379) CD receivers have controls along the bottom that retract into the unit when the ignition is switched off, and a liquid crystal display that blacks out for a convincing camouflage job.