We never thought we'd be writing to The Playboy Advisor. Now we are, and it's a big thank-you note. In September 1960 Playboy ran the first version of a column that soon became a hit among scholars, readers and stand-up comedians. In the 40 years since, our in-house belletrist has received more than 350,000 pieces of mail from people with questions about sex and cars, sex and stereos, and sex and car stereos. The Hip, the Hot, the Hilarious is an exuberant homage and comes complete with timeline. Here's some more flip advice: Women like to receive poetry. They like men who have manners and who dress well. In other words, they're looking for a gay man who just happens to be straight (your typical Englishman). You Don't Have to Be Gay to Get Laid, But It Helps, by nellie ladies' man Glenn O'Brien, is a primer for cracking the code of the pink triangle. (It's illustrated by Christopher Buzelli.)
Springtime at the Mansion meant two PMOY parties, a trip to New York with the twins, a disco bash for DJ Dimitri and an Easter egg hunt. (1) Trey Parker came from South Park to hang at Jodi Ann's press luncheon. (2) Hef and the guest of honor. (3) Gillian Bonner and Brande Roderick. (4) Jodi Ann revs the engine of her prize BMW motorcycle. (5) Sofia Coppola and Spike Jonze at Dimitri's party. (6) Hef and the Dahm triplets. (7) Mandy and Sandy switched into Bunny costumes at our New York bash. (8) New York revelers showed up in barely-there costumes. (9) Elke Jeinsen and Barbara Moore. (10) Shauna Sand, Lorenzo Lamas and their kids. (11) Darva Conger at the petting zoo. (12) Natalia Sokolova, Victoria Fuller and Lisa Dergan at the Sky Bar PMOY party. (13) Fred Durst and Lou Ferrigno. (14) Hef and Mandy with her niece Savannah.
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Where movies are concerned revisionism takes many forms: on video, on CDs derived from films and in books about movies. Michael Mann feels his reedited version of The Last of the Mohicans for DVD is a definite improvement over the version released to theaters. Veteran Hollywood correspondent Bob Thomas is happy to restore a chapter to his classic biography King Cohn that his publisher made him cut back in 1967.
There's scarcely a believable ingredient in Mad About Mambo (USA Films), from Keri Russell's light Irish accent to the connect-the-dots storyline. But it's such a cheerful movie, and its star is so radiant, that it's hard to dislike. William Ash plays a working-class Belfast teenager whose one ambition is to play professional football, though his skills aren't as strong as his enthusiasm. Then he hears a Brazilian pro credit his natural rhythm for his great success in the sport So our young hero decides to take Latin dancing lessons; that's how he comes to meet rich girl Russell, who's determined to win the local dance competition with her dutiful boyfriend. You can probably fill in the rest without much effort, but director John Forte's script has no pretensions and seemingly no illusions about what it is: pure escapism, with a dollop of social commentary. Incidentally, the title refers to a completely different dance from the one featured throughout the movie, but I guess Screwy About Samba doesn't have the right ring. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
He's not a household name, but anyone who appreciates great acting knows Vincent D'Onofrio, from his unforgettable portrayal of a pudgy Marine in Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket to this year's The Cell and Steal This Movie.
The Eyes of Tammy Faye (Listed only) A candid and surprisingly interesting documentary about the rise and fall of Tammy Faye Bakker that was a hit at this year's Sundance Festival. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
"My favorite film is Mamma Roma," says Michael Imperioli of HBO's hit show The Sopranos, "followed by John Cassavetes' Husbands and A Woman Under the Influence. Any of Fellini's movies. Also Grand Illusion and The Gospel According to St. Matthew. I have no preference for comedies or dramas--whatever is good and touches me. I have to be in a certain mood to watch a movie. I need to know that I can give it my undivided attention, that I don't have to do something and the phone's not going to ring. I like to watch from beginning to end without interruption."
In Being John Malkovich, John Malkovich spends half the film playing John Cusack playing John Malkovich, then he plays Orson Bean as Malkovich. Got that? Soon he stars in Shadow of the Vampire as F.W. Murnau, the German director of the 1922 horror classic Nosferatu. If his past is any indication, you'll be lucky to recognize the versatile actor.
Speak Frank(enheimer)ly: Watching a DVD with a director's audio commentary means watching the movie at least twice, so having an informative raconteur behind the microphone legitimizes the tout "bonus materials." John Frankenheimer, whose drum-tight 1964 thriller Seven Days in May recently made its DVD debut (Warner, $25), ranks among the best. He ambles without rambling, offering insights and just enough gossip--nothing tawdry, just tasty--to keep the viewer glued to the screen. For instance, during a transitional scene set at the Pentagon in Seven Days, Frankenheimer describes the visual trickery needed to simulate the building's seemingly endless corridors on a small set. In addition to an optically illusive paint scheme, says Frankenheimer, "We employed all the midget actors in Hollywood." Check out his Seven Days follow-up, The Train (1964, MGM, $25)--which he took on as director after Arthur Penn was fired--or his black-and-white masterpiece, The Manchurian Candidate (1962, MGM, $25).
Margarita and Krispy Kreme Department: Jimmy Buffett, who knows a thing or two about food and drink (and T-shirts and parrot hats), is opening several of the famed doughnut shops in Palm Beach. There will be more than cheeseburgers in paradise.
Ask anyone 18 to 34 years old to name an athlete in the forthcoming Summer Olympics and odds are he'll come up mum. Ask the same dude who will be competing in the Summer X Games and he will rattle off a long list of extreme sports stars, including Mat Hoffman and Andy Macdonald. In certain circles, the Summer X Games, which take place in San Francisco August 17 to 22, have usurped the Olympics as the coolest, most anticipated sports event of the year. In 1999, more than 270,000 spectators attended the X Games. Millions of Americans watched the coverage on television.
My favorite Peanuts comic strip shows Charlie Brown sitting in a schoolyard, watching the cute redheaded girl across the way. He tries to gather the courage to talk to her. "I'm standing up," he says to himself. Then timidity hits. "No, I'm sitting down," he says. And that is how we last see him, slumped in defeat and depression. Curses! Poor Charlie Brown, foiled again by his insecurities--and most of us know exactly how the guy feels.
Earlier this year, James Beggan, a psychologist at the University of Louisville, sent us a copy of a study called The Noncontact Hypothesis: A Qualitative Analysis of Stereotype Refutation in the Absence of Social Interaction. The topic grabbed our attention because the paper was about Playboy--specifically, the Playboy Advisor.
A marble statue of Pan copulating with a goat. Fantastic phallic tiles inscribed with the legend Here Lies Happiness. Subtle frescoes of lovemaking. Hilarious images of Priapus weighing his genitals. Such lust-inspired talismans were hidden from sight first by nature (the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 A.D.) and then, after being unearthed in the 1700s, by man. A priest who saw the objects condemned Pompeii, saying "the entire city was given to the most sordid impropriety, and so from God, it deserved, like Sodom, the calamity of fire." Kings kept the collection locked away. In 1819, a priest complained that the artifacts were "a hell which corrupts the morals of the chastest, most religious and holiest people." The modern word pornography stems from 19th century catalogs of items found in Pompeii brothels. This year the Museum of Naples put the erotic treasures on display for the first time in three decades. Once again, the Vatican protested: "Whatever these things meant to ancient Romans, today they're obscene." Some things never change.
More than 25 years ago, Susan Brownmiller made rape the centerpiece of the feminist movement. In Against Our Will she argued that rape was the primal act of a patriarchal society: "Man's discovery that his genitalia could serve as a weapon to generate fear must rank as one of the most important discoveries of prehistoric times, along with the use of fire and the first crude stone ax. From prehistoric times to the present, rape has played a critical function. It is nothing more, or less, than a conscious process of intimidation by which all men keep all women in a state of fear." Rape was the real-life deployment of the penis as weapon.
The conspiracy of silence that once surrounded rape has long been shattered. In the space of a few months, we encountered articles on rape almost daily, each different, each horrific. But each story asked us to respond, to take new action.
Just as Jennifer Lopez is telling an interviewer about her much-talked-about romance with Sean "Puffy" Combs, her assistant interrupts to hand her a cell phone. "We were just talking about you," she tells her boyfriend. She listens a moment, then smiles broadly. "He wants to know if you're going to ask how he is in bed," she says, laughing, and returns to her conversation with him. When they're through, Lopez is, of course, asked how Puffy is in the sack. "He said to say he's da bomb," she says with a giggle.
When she was growing up in New Jersey, Sherry Lynne White had a couple of ambitions. First, she wanted to serve in the U.S. Navy, like her father and her cousins; second, she wanted to pose for Playboy, like the beautiful women in her dad's copies of the magazine. And now she's done both--which has caused quite a stir on a naval base in Hawaii, where female sailors aren't supposed to pose for the most popular men's magazine available in the base store. "It's OK for men to look at, but it's not OK for the women to pose in," says Naval Information Systems Technician Second Class (that's computer whiz to us civilians) Sherry, who first heard that her superiors were displeased when Playboy ran a photo of her in February's Grapevine. "They gave me the Junior Sailor of the Year award that day, and two hours later they gave me a letter of instruction [a nonpunitive censure] for appearing in Grapevine. And they asked me to contact Playboy and ask them not to print any more pictures of me." She contacted us, all right--not to end her association with the magazine but to turn up the heat on a modeling and acting career that began a couple of years ago, when she began to work hard at getting in shape and found that she enjoyed bikini contests and calendar modeling. Since then, she's made appearances on Baywatch Hawaii and in a Navy commercial directed by Spike Lee. Now Sherry, who after eight years on duty is leaving the service in October (maybe sooner, depending on the fallout from this pictorial), is ready to pursue her new career. "I used to be a tomboy," she says, "and when I first got into the Navy, I loved blood and guts. But by the end of my fourth year, I turned into a girl somehow. I don't know what happened, but I'm going to go with it."
Edgar Allan Poe once asked, "Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?" Had he lived in this century, he might have been referring to a subterranean netherworld in Beverly Hills dubbed the Galerie Morpheus. Opened in 1996, the six-room underground gallery is one of a handful in the world to feature surreal and fantastic artwork by such masters as Jacek Yerka, Wayne Douglas Barlowe, De Es Schwertberger, Zdzislaw Beksinski, Gérard DiMaccio, Sebastian Kruger (whose renowned celebrity caricatures have appeared in Playboy) and, most famously, H.R. Giger of Alien movie fame. "The gallery's paintings and sculptures range from the haunting and erotic to the spiritual and whimsical," says curator and publisher James Cowan.
I used to cut their lawn for them, before they paved it over, that is. It was the older one, Moira, the one with the white hair and vanilla skirt, who gave me the bad news. "Vincent," she said, "Caitlin and I have decided to do without the lawn--and the shrubs and flowers, too." (We were in her kitchen at the time, a place from which every hint of color had been erased. Caitlin was hovering in the doorway with her vulcanized hair and cream-pie face, and my name is Larry, not Vincent--just to give you some perspective.)
It's a mod, mod, mod world. Somewhere on the way to Milan, designers of men's suits zoomed past Saville Row and never looked back. Dark and austere looks reigned, while traditional British styles were deemed much too conservative. However, this season American and British designers have forged a potent alliance. Their clothes have an indoor-outdoor feel and combine sleek modern cuts with classic cloth. Think of it as casual workware with Cheisea texture and Carnaby Street tones. Or British class harnessed to American energy. (It's a combination that works for almost every situation. You just have to know when to use it. Want to talk to that fox sitting at the bar? Be bold and American. Want to seduce her when you get there? Be charming and British.) Leading the charge down the runway are the usual suspects from the UK: Burberry, Paul, Smith and Nicole Farhi. They're joined by a relatively new player in the world of fashion, Holland and Holland--the legendary purveyor of guns, luggage and other manly accessories. American labels and designers such as DKNY, BCBG, Icarus, Maurice Malone and John Varvatos (formerly of Ralph Lauren) also developed their versions of Britannia cool. (Your new girlfriend wants to take you home to her parents? Be American and turn her down. She didn't take no for an answer? Be British and gentlemanly and win over her pops.) With contemporary tailoring, tweedy isn't twittish anymore. The best suits and separates bring flexibility to your wardrobe in a time of relaxed dress codes. They also lend a country aura to urban guys. Want a fresh look? This stuff can stand up to a breeze or a boardroom. On your body, the lightweight fabrics feel like they have built-in climate control. (Thinking about pulling over on Sunset and airing your bits and pieces for a hooker named Divine? Be American and keep driving. Need to apologize on national TV for yielding to your temptations? Be British and humble.) The colors of this year's boss tweeds and mellow cords are dark, red and foresty. They look heavy thanks to their texture, but they're not. Modern manufacturing now allows tweeds and cords to have laser-cut edges. That means no bulky seams at the cuffs. The raw edges also look more natural. It's as if the techniques and the trends have come together for a whole new revival of English fashion. The advances in fabrics allow for a fighter silhouette and more layering (such as a turtleneck under a jacket). So throw out all your tired notions about the proper place of corduroy in high fashion. We're being treated to another sighting of the great wide wale of American myth. Cords are the answer to the question of what to wear in an increasingly casual world. These days you don't need a tie to appear important--or rich. Which brings us to our final lesson. Need to ask your boss for a raise? Be British and smooth. He says no to your request? Be American and show him the back of your burgundy tweed jacket as you walk out the door. And when he asks where you shop, tell him in the fashion pages of Playboy.
Harold Ramis' résumé reads like a film festival of generation-defining comedies. As writer, director or actor (or some combination), he has been involved in Animal House, Meatballs, National Lampoon's Vacation, Caddyshack (I and II). Stripes, Ghostbusters (I and II), Back to School, Multiplicity, Groundhog Day and Analyze This. His latest movie is Bedazzled, a remake of the 1967 original that starred Peter Cook as the devil and Dudley Moore as the poor schlep who sells his soul for the love of a girl. This time Brendan Fraser is the hapless fellow, Frances O'Connor his object of desire, and Elizabeth Hurley brings out the devil in herself and us.
Kerissa Fare is a testament to how a positive self-image can help a woman bloom. As a former tomboy who grew up poor in Riverside, California, the fresh-faced 23-year-old didn't always have a love affair with the camera. "I used to run from it," she says. "I had low self-esteem and I always wore jeans and T-shirts with my hair pulled back--I was 150 pounds just a few years ago! I did my school-work and graduated early because I wanted to move out on my own." On her own at age 17, Kerissa learned self-sufficiency at an early age. "I was a latchkey kid. When I was 11, I cooked for myself and cleaned the house for my dad because he worked two jobs to support my brother and me. (Her mother left when Kerissa was young.) But I wouldn't change anything about my childhood--I'm glad I grew up independent and knew how to take care of myself."
Of the many innovative vehicles displayed at the most recent Tokyo Motor Show, we nominate five (pictured here) as ones we'd definitely like to see make it to the States. Let's hope the normally conservative Japanese car manufacturers hear our prayers. Suzuki's EV-Sport roadster proves that "green" cars needn't be boring. Powering the roadster is a clean-running electric motor. When the EV-Sport's battery pack runs down, a 400cc two-cylinder gas engine kicks in and keeps the car going until the batteries are recharged. Renault's partnership with Nissan means that some of the French firm's most innovative concepts may find their way here. If that happens, we think the Renault Fiftie coupe, which celebrates the 50th anniversary of the Ferdinand Porsche-influenced 4CV, should be one of the first models imported. The Fiftie is wide, with a relatively long wheelbase. Although very short, it's surprisingly roomy inside. Horizontal grille bars and a roly-poly roofline are two styling cues from the 1946 version. The entire roof slides open at the push of a button and a 60-hp four-cylinder engine is under the hood. Look for other carmakers to copy Subaru's Fleet-X experimental station wagon. Using lightweight materials such as plastic and aluminum, Subaru's engineers reduced the standard Legacy's weight by 30 percent without losing crashworthiness. With the Fleet-X' shorter and lighter four-cylinder power plant and resin windows instead of glass, its fuel economy increased by 40 percent. The new Lexus Sport Coupe's aluminum hardtop electronically folds and disappears into the trunk in 20 seconds. Inside the coupe there's walnut and leather galore. A 300-hp, 4.3-liter V8 engine with variable valve timings, mated to a five-speed automatic, hustles the Sport Coupe to 60 in under six seconds. This sleek 2+2 will replace current Lexus SC300 and 400 models early next year. The price? Figure on $60,000 or more. Mazda's rotary-powered RX-Evolv 2+2 concept car will reprise its muchmissed RX-7 sport coupe, but the company's future lies in small vans, such as the Neospace, which uses the RX-Evolv's front-opening, half-size rear doors to optimize passenger access. "Floating" seats supported on a single thin strut, a sunken rear floor and a horizontally split twin tailgate help it accommodate a wide range of loads and functions. The dash panel midway between the driver and the passenger automatically adapts to the driver's view when the driver's seat is adjusted. Make a wish that we see most of these wheels here.
You Don't Have to be Gay to Get Laid But it Helps!
It's time for all young men to understand the enormous appeal homosexual men have for today's heterosexual woman. I'm going to teach you how to be gay heterosexuals. Do you know what the word gay means, soldier? It means "full of or disposed to joy and mirth." It means lighthearted. exuberantly cheerful, sportive and merry. It means offhand, for God's sake! In the 16th century it meant brilliant, attractive, excellent, fine.
For one holiday issue in the late Fifties, Playboy poked fun at Ann Landers and Dear Abby. We reprinted letters from their newspaper columns, along with the marriage-happy responses, then provided alternate answers as a knowing bachelor might pen them. Hef found the piece amusing, and it inspired a monumental idea. "We should do our own advice column, for men, every month," he said. The Playboy Advisor debuted in September 1960, promising to answer questions on a wide variety of topics of interest to the urban man--from fashion, food and drink, high fidelity and sports cars to dating dilemmas, taste and etiquette. This month, the column celebrates its 40th anniversary. During his four decades of service, the Advisor has personally replied to more than 350,000 letters, 5618 of which found their way into print. A few of the best questions and responses are remembered here.
If you question the realism of the games created for Sony's new megapixel PlayStation 2, the opening sword-swinging scenes from Onimusha: Warlords should change your mind. The $229 machine packs a wallop unlike any other, in the form of a 300 MHz processor (compared with the Sega Dreamcast's 200 MHz). The payback is faster gameplay and smooth 128-bit graphics. (The original PlayStation's output was 32 bits.) In preparation for broadband, Sony plans to release an optional component that combines a 3.5" hard disc drive with an expansion bay--then you can connect a modem and stomp your international friends at Tekken Tag Tournament. Sony's new supersystem will also Play CDs, DVDs and the majority of your original PlayStation games. But why spend time with those when Sony has promised 50 PlayStation 2 titles (at $50 each) before the year's end?
With his tour de force Marshall Mathers LP, Eminem has taken America by storm. The rapper has been blamed for everything but acid rain. Em stopped defending himself for a few minutes to answer a few questions.
So you're chucking the rat race to work at home? Join the club. More than 19 million people e-commuted in 1999 and in five years that number should explode. We took the liberty of preselecting eight dream locations--see Where to Go on page 126. If a better view or working in your bathing suit isn't incentive enough to jump ship or negotiate an arrangement with your boss, consider this: By eliminating the one hour an average American spends commuting each day you get back the annual equivalent of six weeks of vacation. To help you get started, we assembled specifics on what equipment the home office needs. Let's start with the basics. When buying a computer, go for maximum muscle. Opt for a Power Mac G4 ($1500 to $3500, depending on processing speed and storage) or a PC with a one-gigahertz Pentium III processor. There are three ways to go with printers: laser, ink-jet or multifunction peripheral. A laser printer is ideal if you plan to print documents only in black and white. If you add color, then an ink-jet model is the smarter choice. Our pick: The $300 HP DeskJet 952C, which has a second tray for photo images, saving you the hassle of changing papers. Multifunction peripheral means a device that combines several functions into a single unit--usually a printer, fax machine, scanner and copier. Xerox, Brother, Canon, Panasonic and HP offer variations of the all-in-one device. Prices start at $600.
To get organized and get your messages, slip Motorola's new Timeport P935 into your pocket. The two-way pager is about the size of a deck of cards and it opens to reveal a liquid crystal display and keyboard. You can use the Timeport to send and receive pager messages and e-mail (from your company's server) as well as send faxes. The versatile device also grabs text-based information, such as stock reports, news and sports updates from the web. And it doubles as an electronic organizer (that syncs with your PC) and lets you beam contact information via infrared to similarly equipped computers and handheld electronic organizers. Price: about $400.
Mighty Seth Green has amassed a wildly eclectic filmography that most 26-year-old actors would kill for. A show business veteran of 20 years, he has played the young Woody Allen in Radio Days, the gothed-out slacker son in the two phenomenally successful Austin Powers films and a rock-and-rolling werewolf on the WB Network's cult favorite Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Sneak a peek at the future--beeper-size computers, Johnny Socko watches, vocoder necklaces and smart badges that could change your life. A Los Angeles company called Infocharms is turning a science fiction vision into a stylish reality. Here's the vision: Wireless Internet portals built into anything--sunglasses, necklaces, pins--will provide instant access to the big wide world. Here's the reality: The first Infocharm product, called a Charmed Badge, is an electronic business card that stores information and swaps data with other badges via infrared technology.
No one would ever accuse sexy multitalented Shari Belafonte of underachievement. The 45-year-old actor, model, singer, photographer, clothing designer and aspiring producer is so invigorated that she burned out three electronic assistants that field incoming phone calls. "I have such an energy thing that I fritz out computers and electronic gadgets," says Belafonte. "About once every six months something dies a horrible death!" she adds, laughing.
Some of these films won Oscars, others made millions and the rest were iffy to begin with. What they all have in common are laughable blunders that range from slightly embarrassing to ludicrous. Judging by the evidence here, the filmmakers could have benefited by diverting a portion of their budgets to the research department.
What's the quickest way to measure the effectiveness of a team's offense? We ran every National Football League game from 1960 to last year's Super Bowl through our computer, Mad Max, looking for the statistic that best correlates with winning in the NFL. Max's answer was clear and emphatic: yards per pass.
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 35, 43--44, 120, 124--127 and 179, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Surviving in the city takes a measure of craft and cunning. It also takes the right tools. With the shrewd urbanite in mind, we've assembled six items that will make that daily commute, business trip or evening on the town more pleasurable.
In Nymphomania: A History (Norton), Carol Groneman sets out to record the evolution of women's sexuality through a single lens. Woman in her natural state was often described as a "sexless angel" devoid of desire, even though Eve's knowledge of sex earned her the title of temptress. Second century Greek physician Galen tried to locate the source of overabundant desire by considering the effect of "uterine fury" on widows deprived of sex. Along the way, others have tried to blame culture. Physicians in the nineteenth century pondered the influence of nude statuary on susceptible minds. Groneman unearths an expert from 1885 who declared that "except for the artists who were taught that nudity was not lewd and the one percent of the population who never experienced sexual excitement," the rest of society was at risk. Unfortunately, the idea that female lust is the result of external events still exists in our courts and in our culture. Groneman recounts the case of a 29-year-old San Francisco woman who sued a cable car company for $500,000 after a crash left her with a "demonic sex urge." Drawing from science, law and pop culture, Nymphomania is a fascinating, readable history of hot women.