Some days you can almost taste the heat--and this issue is like a month of those days. Our cover pictorial, The Girls of Hawaiian Tropic, is the second time we've uncovered the best bikini contest in the country. The first one was a scorcher; this one features oil slicks even Greenpeace could love.
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The Atlanta-Based trio TLC reinvented the girl group for the hip-hop era with clever costumes, rapping verses and smart double entendres. Five years ago, T-Boz, Left Eye and Chilli's album Crazy Sexy Cool became a landmark of the decade, ingeniously mixing sing-along melodies, R&B rhythms and rap's frankness. TLC returns with Fan Mail (Arista), a 17-track collection that is top-notch. The best producers and writers in contemporary music (Babyface, Dallas Austin, Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis and Jermaine Dupri) bring their considerable skills to bear. Unpretty, written by Austin and T-Boz, is an instant classic about a young woman's self-esteem, articulated with a great hook. The Diane Warren--penned Come On Down shows why this songwriter has become one of the chief sources of current R&B material. Young producer Kevin Briggs provides the funny, feisty No Scrubs, which captures the TLC attitude. The album's chief drawback is that despite spunk and charisma, the singing is only adequate, particularly on ballads. Still, TLC is distinctive and back on track.
Richard Leo Johnson is an Arkansas native whose dazzling major-label debut album, Fingertip Ship (Metro Blue), may establish him as the most innovative guitarist since Jimi Hendrix. Johnson is a one-man guitar orchestra. He conjures an entire universe of tones, rhythms and lightning-fast runs on an unaccompanied 12-string acoustic. Fingertip Ship is full of roiling celestial chimes, mercurial single-line runs, and a menagerie of pops, taps and slurs. At times you'd swear that 12-string master Leo Kottke, frenetic jazzman John McLaughlin and Jaco Pastorius have morphed into one person. In fact, Johnson was influenced by a friend's unmarked tape of Kottke and McLaughlin tunes. (He thought it was just one guitarist playing everything.) But Johnson's music is about much more than flashy technique. His multilayered folk-jazz compositions have real depth and bite.
Duke Ellington holds a nearly incalculable place in jazz history, with more than 2000 compositions to his credit. No surprise, then, that his centennial would yield the largest jazz anthology ever--the 24-disc Duke Ellington Centennial Edition (RCA). Ellington recorded these sides from 1927 to 1973, giving this set a grand overview. The highlights include Ellington's great burst of creativity in the Forties, when he and alter ego Billy Stray-horn cemented his legacy with a series of gemlike miniatures, and vibrant large works from the Sixties: The Far East Suite and Sacred Concerts. But God is in the details of this remarkable discography. (Comparing four versions of Black and Tan Fantasy from 1927, 1932, 1945 and 1966 helps trace Ellington's evolution.) The sound reconstruction of old and worn recordings is state of the art, and the liner notes offer accessible analysis in some 20 essays. For those uncomfortable with the $400 tab, this 24-course meal will be sold in six more-manageable morsels.
On its third album, Vengeance (North Side), Garmarna continues its plunge into the strange world of medieval fantasy. Garmarna sings about mass murder, torture and leaving your enemy's corpse to be devoured by dogs and ravens. These present-day Vikings seem to have the same preoccupations as gangsta rap. Garmarna, however, transcends its depressing subject matter. Playing a unique blend of heavy guitar, Scandinavian folk music and electronic weirdness, it grooves and drones and trances out, taking the listener with it. The lyrics are in Swedish, but you don't need a translation to know vocalist Emma Hardelin is simultaneously staring into the abyss and dancing. The only way you'd get more chills would be to go for a swim in the Baltic Sea.
On Bourbonitis Blues (Bloodshot), Alejandro Escovedo is reckless enough to open by declaring I Was Drunk, sensitive enough to pull off Lou Reed's Pale Blue Eyes, folkie enough to fill in for Woody Guthrie on California Blues and punk enough for the Stoogian extravaganza Everybody Loves Me. On Guilty, he gets up enough groove to mirror classic Stones, a tougher feat than you might think. Through it all, Escovedo remains his own man, a wise character whose observant lyrics indicate he's a lot more sober than he's letting on.
If you think pop music today--dominated by boy groups and dance drivel--lacks creativity, you ought to listen to hip-hop. This is its golden age, as three excellent albums demonstrate. Designed to turn teenagers on while driving their parents nuts, The Slim Shady LP (Interscope), by Dr. Dre's white protégé Eminem, recalls the Beastie Boys' Licensed to Ill in its hilarity and button-pushing of-fensiveness. Although it couldn't warn more explicitly against trying its scenarios at home, these do include several revenge murders and one OD. Eminem rhymes with the imagination of a dirty-mouthed Ogden Nash (how about "eyeballs"--"Lysol"--"my fault"?). Here's hoping follow-ups to the irresistible My Name Is will give censors ulcers all year.
Is it a crime to cry Elvis in a crowded nightclub? Department: San Antonio disc jockey Larry Johnson has filed suit against the sheriff's department and others for false arrest. Johnson was arrested for saying Elvis' name in the club where he works. Police officers claim it was a code word to alert underage strippers that the cops were there. Everyone's all shook up.
Few musicians can propel the blues with their own energy. Corey Harris has done so on Greens From the Garden (Alligator), a step into new territory as he expands his much praised command of acoustic blues to include Caribbean and rap influences. Harris is an ace with the slide guitar whatever the idiom, but his main attraction is warmth reminiscent of Louis Armstrong.
True harmony is fading in country music because it doesn't fit on radio. But last winter's Trio II (Asylum) found Emmylou Harris, Dolly Parton and Linda Ronstadt weaving a powerful statement about love and loss. The material includes Lover's Return, a haunting 64-year-old Carter Family ballad. With Parton on lead, there's a lonesome verion of Neil Young's After the Gold Rush. The sleeper is The Blue Train, a pop song originally recorded by Maura O'Connell. This album was recorded as a follow-up to the critically acclaimed 1987 collaboration Trio. These women are three gold coins in the fountain of traditional country music.
Stevie Ray Vaughan has been hailed as a blues savior by some and dismissed as a Hendrix wannabe by others. Nine years after Vaughan's death, the comparisons to Jimi ring false. Actually, they were opposites: Hendrix was an innovator who used the blues. Vaughan was a bluesman who used innovations. Stevie Ray's raw tone, jazzy Western swing chords and Texas R&B Shuffle revitalized the blues and remain major influences on this decade's young artists, from Kenny Wayne Shepherd to Pearl Jam. Epic has done a magnificent job remastering and expanding Vaughan's first four studio albums, releasing them as The Real Deal: Greatest Hits Volume 2. But the real treats here are the four live tracks added to each album--all previously unreleased--that should cement Vaughan's reputation as the finest white American bluesman of all time.
Mozart wrote his first church music at the age of ten. By the time he completed his final work, the Requiem of 1791, he had written 63 pieces of sacred music. Nikolaus Harnoncourt has done a wonderful job with Mozart's Complete Sacred Works (Teldec), a 13-CD set of musical grandeur.
Checking in with the boss from Tokyo, Paris and other international posts has just gotten easier with the launch of Ericsson's 1888 World Phone (pictured here). This sleek pocket-size portable cell phone offers roaming in more than 120 countries. When fully juiced, the 1888 lets you talk for nearly five hours straight and supplies 80 hours of standby time. It also functions in 24 languages, has a 99-number phone book and essentials such as caller ID and call waiting. Plus, the 1888 can be assigned two numbers--say, one for work and one for pleasure. It comes with a built-in wireless modem for sending faxes, e-mail and pager messages from all those exotic locales. The price: $300. • Hewlett Packard has introduced the DeskJet 882C, a fast ink-jet printer that produces color images almost as well as a photo lab can but isn't a pain in the ass to set up. What makes it easy? The $300 HP gives you the option of plugging the new DeskJet into a USB port instead of the computer's oft finicky printer ports. All of the new Macs and any PC built in the past two years have at least one USB port, and connecting gear to it is a snap. You simply plug in a USB cable, and Windows 98 (or the new Mac operating system) automatically recognizes the new device--with no noodling or configuring required.
Set in 2100 A.D., Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri is a strategy game set in a world that's both futuristic and familiar. The futuristic: Mankind is forced to colonize a planet inhabited by worms that devour the human brain. The familiar: Factions of religious nuts, tree huggers, capitalists, warmongers, peaceniks and freethinkers attempt to force their agendas on society while struggling to gain political control. You choose a group to lead and then do whatever it takes to assume power. You can challenge the computer or other players online. Either way, be prepared to get sucked in for days. (For Windows 95 and 98.)
It was headline news: Furby, the fuzzy electronic toy that infiltrated America last holiday season, was labeled a spy. The National Security Agency started the commotion by officially banning the critter from its offices, claiming the microchip that enables Furby to learn English and speak its own language (Furbish) also has the capacity to record classified information and later spout it out. Then the Navy fueled the controversy by banishing Furby (for the same reason) from restricted areas at its bases in its West Virginia region. Now, we know what you're thinking: The jabbering furball would be the perfect tool for spying on the jerk in the next cubicle. But the truth is, a Furby is no Aldrich Ames. "It's a clever toy, but it doesn't record or mimic voices," says Roger Shiffman, president of Tiger Electronics, Furby's creator. According to Shiffman, the NSA and the Navy "did not do their homework" before issuing the ban--and neither did anyone else. Of the many news sources that reported on the exile of Furby--including ABC News and The Washington Post--only Playboy called Tiger to verify the creature's ability to carry out the alleged dastardly deeds.
The days of crackling tapes and CD changers exiled to the trunk are over. Empeg Ltd. has created a car stereo that plays MP3 files, the controversial audio format popularized on the Internet. For those of you who've missed the buzz, MP3 is a compressed digital format with near CD-quality sound. MP3 music files (both legit and pirated) are available at a variety of websites. The major complaints about portable MP3 players are that they hold only an hour's worth of music and that a single track can take a long time to download. The Empeg Car, by comparison, stores 7000 songs or 35 hours of music on its hard drive. To get the tunes into the player, you remove the stereo from the dashboard and connect it to your PC by means of a USB or serial cable. Once the tracks are transferred (from either music websites or your own CDs), Empeg's Windows and Mac software lets you customize playlists before hitting the road. This auto jukebox also features an FM tuner. The price: $1000.
Computers are becoming as inexpensive as VCRs--and the price to beat is $500. Sure, you have to make a few sacrifices to cut this kind of deal. Most $500 computers are made by obscure companies (potentially risky) and they aren't the speediest systems on the planet. But the machines have enough muscle to do what matters--that is, run games and business software, and get you onto the Net. Witness eMachine's eTower 300k. This $500 PC offers a 333-megahertz processor, 32 megs of RAM, 2.1 gigs of storage, a 56kbps modem and both a floppy and a 24x CD-ROM drive. And eMachine throws in a 17-inch monitor. Not bad. Other bargain computers: Microworkz' zPC and Micro Center's PowerSpec. For more information, visit computers.com.
WU Tianming is one of the founders of modern Chinese cinema--a mentor to such young filmmakers as Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou. He has returned to his homeland after eight years in exile and created a gem: The King of Masks (Samuel Goldwyn). In this mesmerizing tale set in the rural world of Sichuan in the Thirties, a lowly street entertainer named Wang (Chu Yuk) has but one asset, a secret technique that enables him to switch masks in the blink of an eye. Even the country's pampered leading actor bows to the mastery of this humble performer. But Wang is no longer a young man, and despairs that he has no heir--until he acquires a young son on the black market, where a child's life is cheap. How this leads to heartbreak, political gamesmanship and the true expression of love is the magic of this unique and powerful film.
Arbiters of mass taste seem to think the public has no memory and cares only about celebrities of the moment. Consider then the phenomenon of two extraordinary female movie stars--one from the silent era, the other from the Fifties and Sixties--who are still in the spotlight: Mary Pickford and Audrey Hepburn.
She's already a major presence in European film, having worked for the enfant terrible of Spanish cinema, Pedro Almodóvar, and in such recent releases as Open Your Eyes and Twice Upon a Yesterday. Now Penelope Cruz is amassing an equally impressive list of American colleagues--including Woody Harrelson (in The Hi-Lo Country), Matt Damon and Billy Bob Thornton (who's directing her and Damon in All the Pretty Horses).
You remasterin' me? Martin Scorsese's Taxi Driver (1976), the tale of an alienated New York hack (Robert De Niro) on his way to a psychotic explosion, has been digitally remastered and released on DVD ($25, Columbia Tristar). A 70-minute "making of" film produced for the release (an abbreviated version appears on the tape release) includes interviews with the director and De Niro as well as Jodie Foster--who made the jump from TV cutie to serious actress with her role as an adolescent streetwalker in the film. Both Foster and De Niro earned Oscar nominations for their turns, as did Bernard Hermann's score, which seems even more ominously eerie on this new disc. If Robin Williams' home video of the moment, Patch Adams, is too saccharine for your taste, check out the often-cloying comic in his often-brilliant mode, portraying the man in the moon in The Adventures of Baron Munchausen ($25, Columbia Tristar). Williams' unbilled cameo performance is a highlight of Terry Gilliam's elaborate but uneven fantasy--which is enhanced by the wide-screen DVD's eye-popping clarity. You will want to pause on Uma Thurman's body-painting scene.
Judging by Todd Solondz' Happiness, arriving on tape and disc this month, the trend in cinema is to see just how dark comedy can get. The boundaries of good taste are stretching, and all we can do is laugh.
This is your VCR. This is your VCR on drugs. Here are three now-hilarious societal exploitation films from the mid-Thirties--Narcotic, Maniac and that old chestnut Reefer Madness (Kino on Video, $19.95). These films have been shined up and reissued with the new Forbidden Fruit ($29.95), a CD-ROM documenting the creation of 25 classic crude, rude and so-bad-they're-good explorations of all things taboo. Necrophilia, wanton sex, drugs and cat's eyes are on the menu, and that's just in Maniac.
"My favorite movie has to be The Dead Zone," says Kathy Griffin of NBC's Suddenly Susan. "I love David Lynch's The Elephant Man, which is, I think, Lynch before he went totally bizarre. I also like a lot of Alan Parker movies--Midnight Express, The Commitments--and Fritz Lang's M. I love Hitchcock's 39 Steps. What's my favorite way to watch videos? In silence. I hate going to the theater and hearing people talk."
Al Capone, the original media darling of American gangsters, once complained: "When I sell liquor, they call it bootlegging. When my patrons serve it on silver trays, they call it hospitality." For more great quotes from famous outlaws, as well as blood-and-guts period photos (some rare and never before published) pick up Public Enemies: America's Criminal Past (Checkmark) by former Playboy Senior Editor William Helmer with Rick Mattix. It's a who's who of bad guys.
What makes Richard Belzer's UFOs, JFK and Elvis (Ballantine) a must-read isn't the familiar conspiracy material the actor-comedian has gathered. He seriously wants to convince us that "history--past and current--is just a collection of accepted lies." But his sharp sense of humor doesn't allow him to miss an opportunity for laughs. For example, in citing the oft-quoted comparisons made by conspiracy theorists between assassinated presidents Lincoln and Kennedy, Belzer can't help adding a new one: "A week before Lincoln was shot he was in Monroe, Maryland. A week before Kennedy was shot he was in Marilyn Monroe." You gotta love the Belz.
Earlier this year, artist Damien Hirst designed a $2000 limited edition of Robert Sabbag's 1976 cocaine-trade classic, Snowblind (Canongate). This edition of the book, which tracks the descent of a New York executive turned coke dealer, is a design rush. It has a thick mirrored cover, a diecut containing a rolled-up $100 bill and a platinum American Express card for a bookmark. We talked with Hirst about what inspired his latest piece.
From two separate offices at the same publishing company come two sprawling first novels that should get plenty of attention. Both are turn-of-the-century epics linked to the latest technology, but one is set at the start of the 20th century and the other at the end. In Turn of the Century (Random House), Kurt Andersen introduces George and Lizzie Mactier, a paradigmatic Manhattan couple--smart, sophisticated, successful workaholics with a pair of precocious children and no time to enjoy the wonderful life they've carved for themselves. George is an independent TV producer with a new series designed to blur the lines between news and entertainment. Lizzie owns a computer software company that is weighing takeover bids from Microsoft. As a co-founder of Spy magazine, Andersen established himself early on as an astute, facile and irreverent observer of modern culture. In the novel, those qualities are ever present. But over the course of 600 pages, it's possible to get too glib. Andersen's narrative is a hyperkinetic reportage that leaves no detail unnoted. Andersen knows his stuff--corporate takeovers, computer hackers, the stock market, media ratings, unthinkable menu items at fusion restaurants. But with no relief from his droll nonstop commentary on corporate culture, the book seems superficial--as wide as cyberspace but no deeper than a Web page. Lauren Belfer's debut novel, City of Light (Dial Press), is set in 1901, when the city that stood for progress was not New York but Buffalo. The new century's technological wonder was electricity, made possible by the seemingly limitless power of nearby Niagara Falls. The story is told from the perspective of Louisa Barrett, whose position as headmistress of a school for girls allows her far more freedom than most women were permitted. When the chief engineer on the electric project is found dead, Louisa fears the husband of her best friend is involved. City of Light is a richly textured mystery played out on a grand stage, taking in the significant issues of the day--industrialism, labor unrest, environmentalism, technology, women's rights, race relations and presidential politics (Grover Cleveland came from Buffalo; William McKinley was assassinated there). In what is arguably the most noteworthy historical novel since Ragtime, Belfer does for Buffalo what William Kennedy did for Albany. She infuses it with light, creating a living memory that provides perspective not only on the developments of the last century but also on the possibilities for the next.
The things I do for you guys ... it's amazing, isn't it? Consider my basic thoughtfulness toward you: Every time I give a massage to a Centerfold and then sip champagne with her in the whirlpool that Hef installed for me next to my cubicle, I never forget my loyal readers. During those moments of whirlpool kiss and bliss, I make it a point to remember everything that is happening to me so I can tell you about it later. You believe me, don't you?
Kawasaki has introduced every fish's worst nightmare--the Jet Ski Ultra 150. This nine-foot water rocket, capable of speeds upwards of 65 miles per hour, delivers eye-popping acceleration and rails through turns like a high-performance motorcycle. Reportedly the fastest personal watercraft ever built, the demon-red Ultra 150 gets its muscle from a 145-horsepower engine and a deep-vee, wave-slicing design. Its sculpted seat helps keep your butt on the craft rather than in the drink, and there's plenty of room behind for a passenger (preferably one who doesn't mind a little spray in the face with her adrenaline fix). How long will this thrill ride last? The Ultra 150 carries 15.3 gallons of fuel, good for about two hours of wave jumping. The price: about $8000.
It is as good a time as any to assess the red Bordeaux of the Nineties. The decade started out with the spectacular 1990 vintage. The '91s and '92s were underwhelming. The '93s and '94s were better, with some very good wines, particularly in Pomerol. The '95s are considered outstanding, the '96s are a notch below them and the early returns on the '97s suggest that they are pleasant, early-drinking wines--though they will be expensive.
Don't expect your Tae-Bo training to prepare you for the advanced legwork of the roundhouse kick. The circular, sweeping motion of this martial arts technique is ideal for disarming thugs, and it can create an opening for a pulverizing punch. But its legwork requires practice--first in front of a mirror and then with a sparring partner. Tip: You can use the roundhouse as a "jab" to intimidate an attacker. If you're lucky, he'll mistake you for Jackie Chan and split.
Just-mown hay and fresh fruit combined with rich woods and leathers are the olfactory lures of this summer's eaux de toilette and aftershaves. Left to right: UDV for Men mixes the scents of wood, musk, leather and tobacco, while Davidoff's Good Life has a pastoral essence. Jako from Lagerfeld combines fruits with sandalwood and leather to create a mysterious fragrance. Emporio Armani's sophisticated smell is derived from sage, cedar and sandalwood, while Contradiction by Calvin Klein offers spicy fruit mixed with patchouli.
When we asked golf expert and teaching pro Kim McCombs to put a titanium shaft into a King Cobra driver head, he said, "This is where the titanium should be. It isn't so important in the head; it belongs in the shaft." Like graphite, Ti-shafts are lightweight to increase club-head speed, but they have more feel and don't torque on impact. They're also consistent and accurate like steel. Ti-shafts are made by Titanium Sports Technologies (which also makes space-age bicycle and wheelchair frames--think maximum strength, minimum weight). True Temper distributes them through better golf shops nationwide.
CBS news god Dan Rather (left), who is also a correspondent on 60 Minutes II, confides that he prefers to buy suits at his local Sam's Club warehouse (a subsidiary of Wal-Mart) and JCPenney and says, "I'm serious about this." What about designers such as Armani and Joseph Abboud? "I'm sure their clothes are great, but, generally speaking, they're overpriced." And for casualwear? "I like Lee or Wrangler jeans and almost any kind of cowboy boots except snakeskin. Those are for people who are all hat and no cattle." Scott Pelley (below), chief White House correspondent for the CBS Evening News With Dan Rather, puts the opposite spin on his personal style. "My tastes run to Armani suits and Ermenegildo Zegna ties," he told us, "because the suits hang well and the ties have interesting designs." At home? "I wear Gap khakis."
Smart tools. New to Stanley's line of "innovative intellitools" are a stud sensor (right) that detects wood, metal and live wires in two-inch-thick walls via electronic signals, a laser ultrasonic estimator (below) that computes a room's square footage and a ruler (bottom) that gives digital and traditional tape readings. The stud sensor and the ruler are about $35; the estimator is about $50. Urban time-sharing. The Manhattan Club at 200 West 56th Street offers one-week perpetual ownership of a suite beginning at $14,990 (not including annual maintenance fees). Owners can swap their units for the use of 3100 other properties in 85 countries. No-brainer translators. Type an English word into Ectaco International's Universal Translator and push a button and a computer voice will respond with correct pronunciation in one of eight languages: French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, Hebrew, Chinese or Russian. The translator is $150 and each language cartridge costs $50. Must-have watches. Rolex' stainless steel, white-faced Daytona (about $5,000) is hot--as is the stainless steel, black-faced Paul Newman Daytona model that goes for $10,000 to $12,000 (if you can find one). Additional watch words: Gold is out and platinum is cool. Used sports cars. A 1957 Morgan Plus 4 in OK shape sold recently for $16,800 and a 1969 Jaguar XKE Series II went for only $20,580 at the same auction. Sports Car Market out of Portland, Oregon, "the complete insider's guide to collecting," tracks the prices. Plus, it lists hundreds of cars for sale. A year's subscription (12 issues) is $48.
On the PBS series Prime Suspect, Helen Mirren, playing detective Jane Tennison, walks into an interrogation room and turns on the recording machine; to her, it's second nature. Before she asks the first question, she takes the step necessary to memorialize the confession.
I live in Chicago in a mixed-income, but mostly well-off, neighborhood on the South Side. Every week I read the police blotter in the neighborhood paper and breathe a sigh of relief when the crimes at gunpoint--there are always crimes at gunpoint--happen on someone else's block. No matter how many illegal guns the police seize, thousands more keep pouring in.
The Federal Deposit Insurance Corp.'s Know Your Customer plan, which required banks to report even routine customer transactions to authorities, didn't score big with the public. But it did garner the Big Brother Award for the Most Invasive Proposal.
We first noticed herpes making a media comeback almost one year ago, when our Editorial Department received three story suggestions in a single day. Freelance writers wanted to discuss the forgotten epidemic, the shadow epidemic, the silent epidemic, the "other" STD.
It's a typical, though unglamorous, day at the Newton, Massachusetts office of Congressman Barney Frank. In the outer office it's standing room only for the eclectic collection of Frank's constituents and representatives of special interest groups awaiting an audience. One man is here to ask for Frank's help in convincing the Congressional Black Caucus to support his project, the American Antislavery Group. A distraught woman says she wants federal protection because of a domestic problem involving a child.
Drinking, Screwing, Defying--the World According to David Wells
For 12 years, David Wells has been a stranger in the strangest of lands--a ballplayer with a walrus' body and an outlaw biker's mentality trying to fit into the game's conservative conventions and protocols. He is nicknamed Boomer for the sonic concussion he creates when he collides with authority. It came as no surprise when he reacted negatively to his new status as the Blue Jays' replacement for Roger Clemens. (Clemens had demanded to be traded to a winner, and he was--to the New York Yankees for Wells and two lesser players.) Wells was so bummed out by the trade he could barely wolf down his sixth chili dog at lunch.
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 28, 39--40, 82--85, 86--87, 89, 114--117, 146 and 171, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Albert Brooks--The funniest white man in America on losing his virginity to a prostitute, becoming a father in his 50s and the Oscar acceptance speech he never gave. A long-awaited Playboy interview by Bill Zehme