You're going to need a surge protector to make it through this issue. The theme is power--its use and abuse--and every page courses with energy. To begin, we have a Playboy Interview with former Indiana University basketball coach Bob Knight by Lawrence Grobel. It is truly explosive. "First, a cop pulled us over," says Grobel of a car ride with Knight. "Then I asked a question and Knight went crazy. Yet, by the end of our conversations, I felt sympathetic toward him." Grobel isn't blowing smoke--read the Q. and A. and you'll experience a wide range of emotions. Director Ridley Scott exercises a more benign but no less effective brand of manpower. His total control over the process of filmmaking has resulted in such visual masterpieces as Alien, Blade Runner and Gladiator. In The Talented Mr. Ridley he tells Michael Fleming that actors on his sets should be less concerned with their own work and more with the performance of the person whose job counts most: the director. Take that, Sigourney! En garde, Harrison! His next willing victim? Anthony Hopkins, the full-of-fava-beans star of Hannibal, the long-awaited sequel to The Silence of the Lambs.
When Hef hosts his famous Halloween party at the Mansion, everyone comes to trick-or-treat. The frightfest features a haunted house, elaborate decorations and scores of costumed Centerfolds and celebrities. It's a scream.
Playboy (ISSN 0032-1478), March 2001, Volume 48, Number 3, Published Monthly by Playboy, 680 North Lake Shore Drive, Chicago, Illinois 60611. Subscriptions: U.S., $29.97 for 12 Issues, Canada, $43.97 For 12 Issues. All other foreign, $45 U.S. currency only. For new and renewal orders and change of address, send to Playboy subscriptions, P.O. Box 2007, Harlan, Iowa 51537-4007. Please allow 6-8 weeks for processing. For change of address. Send new and old addresses and allow 45 days for change. Postmaster: Send form 3579 to Playboy, P.O. Box 2007, Harlan, Iowa 51537-4007. Advertising: New York: 730 Fifth Avenue, New York 10019 (212-261-5000), Chicago: 680 North Lake Shore Drive, Chicago 60611 (312-751-8000); West Coast: SD Media, 2001 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite 200. Santa Monica, CA 90403 (310-264-7575); Southeast: Bentz & Maddock Inc., 5180 Roswell Road, Suite 102. South Building, Atlanta, GA 30342 (404-256-3800); For Subscription Inquiries, Call 800-999-4438.
Neil Young's Road Rock Volume 1 (Reprise) is classic rock in all its misery and glory. Taken from his mid-2000 tour, these eight songs include just one that is previously unreleased (Fool for Your Love), as well as a definitive leftover and one curio, a duet with opening act Chrissie Hynde on All Along the Watchtower. For the most part, it's Young doing what he does, not so much reworking as replaying a standard repertoire. The result is never less than competent, including another rendition of Cowgirl in the Sand. If that were all, it would be forgettable. But then there's the version of Tonight's the Night, Young's drug-abuse epic from the mid-Seventies. Fingering an old wound, he brings new life to a song about death. There's nothing mystifying about his recollections now: "He used to sleep until the afternoon/If you never heard him sing, well, I guess you won't too soon." When Young is told again that his roadie has overdosed, the news feels fresh, and so does the music. I don't know if one great track is reason enough to release an album, let alone buy it, but there's always Napster.
Reeling and Rocking: Bret Michaels will appear on Showtime's Chris Isaak show this spring. . . . Jennifer Lopez is talking to director Michael Apted about starring in Enough, about a battered wife. First look for her in The Wedding Planner. ... A documentary about INXS is in the works. Columbia Tri-Star has optioned more than 50 hours of unseen videos shot by the band. They will be actively involved in all aspects of the project. . . . Mick Jagger has a role in The Man From Elysian Fields, starring Julianna Margulies and Andy Garcia. Mick plays the proprietor of a male escort service. No typecasting there. . . . Busta Rhymes has gone from The Grinch to a Sean Connery movie. Look for him next in Loyalty, which he produced.
Even the most systematic shopaholics can't always recall where they saw that perfect item--or even what it was. To help them keep track of the products added to mental wish lists, new portable scanners record and store bar codes found on the item's packaging, in print advertisements and on TV commercials. The Qoder--a key chain-size scanner developed by a Fort Lauderdale company, Qode--can scan and save up to 100 bar codes on products. When attached to a PC by means of a docking station, it uploads codes and provides product reviews and prices from 225,000 manufacturers and retailers. The Qoder sells for $40 but is guaranteed to find you $80 in savings within the first 30 days. Frugal shoppers should keep Gamut Interactive's scanner handy when watching TV. The calculator-size Gamut can capture signals embedded in commercials as well as scan codes in print advertisements and on products. The unit's removable card can then be taken to retailers and swiped to redeem discounts from Kraft, Miller, General Mills and others. The service is $15 every three months or $50 a year.
There is something inexplicably compelling about pictures of Hollywood stars; photographers over the years, from Edward Steichen to Yousuf Karsh to Annie Leibovitz, have benefited from having famous faces look into their lenses.
Cheers to Ed Harris. Not only has this gifted actor turned in an Oscar-worthy performance in Pollock (Sony Pictures Classics), but he has also distinguished himself as a skilled and sensitive director with this maiden effort. Goodness knows, he might have chosen a less ambitious project than a biography of the tormented artist Jackson Pollock. It is a period piece (set in and around New York in the Forties and Fifties) that convincingly depicts a tortured soul. Marcia Gay Harden is sensational as the assertive woman (herself a painter) who comes into Pollock's life and becomes his wife and protector. Truth is always in the details, and that's where this movie stands out. Whether it's in charting the stormy relationship of two creative spirits, delineating a difficult relationship between Pollock and his mother, or capturing the moment when an artist finds his inspiration and puts paint to canvas, Pollock gets it right. What's more, Harris appears to create Pollock paintings right before our eyes--no cutaways of an artist behind a canvas where you can't see what his hand is doing. Pollock is a rich and emotional film that should not be missed. [rating]3-/12 bunnies[/rating]
Marley Shelton. Her First Movie Showcase: Playing Tricia Nixon (with Anthony Hopkins) in Oliver Stone's Nixon.Her Breakthrough Part: The girlfriend in black-and-white Pleasantville.The Best Part of Appearing on shows like Hercules: At that stage in my life, I was going to UCLA, and TV acting was like another college course. It's a great way to build your résumé and get a sample platter of different directors and different ways people work. It's like a crash course in acting. What's next? In Sugar and Spice I play a pregnant cheerleader. Jimmy Marsden is the quarterback, and I convince my cheerleading squad, led by Mena Suvari and Rachel Blanchard, to help me rob a bank. Her Inspirations: Bette Davis, Gena Rowlands and Catherine Deneuve. These three women just do it for me because they all have this blend of femininity and strength. Their souls bleed on celluloid, and that's what gets me in a performance. Why she loves going to the movies: When I'm hit with the truth of an emotional moment, I feel like I'm in church. It's a religious experience for me, it's that powerful. I find it transcendent and liberating to be human and to be able to make a mark like that.
As curiosities go, Candy takes the cake. Terry Southern's 1968 satire, new on DVD (Anchor Bay), is based on Voltaire's Candide and features Richard Burton as McPhisto, Marlon Brando as Grindl, James Coburn and John Huston as horny doctors, Walter Matthau as a nutty military pilot, Ringo Starr, and Charles Aznavour as a hunchback who likes to rub against cops--and they all have sex with the yummy Candy (former Miss Teen Sweden Ewa Aulin). Reportedly, some drugs were ingested in the making. Those crazy Sixties.
Oliver Stone has been an especially eager promoter of DVDs, and so his Collection (Warner Home Video, available in both six- and ten-movie versions, $120 and $200, respectively) is a welcome addition to the video library. Most of his releases afford Stone's commentaries, extra footage and outtakes. But the choice for fans here will likely be the six-flick package that includes Any Given Sunday (1999), Born on the Fourth of July (1989), JFK (1991), Natural Born Killers (1994), Wall Street (1987) and The Doors (1991). It is--from rock and roll, war and politics to football, greed and antisocial psychosis--what one would expect to study in Oliver Stone's American History 101.
In keeping with the otherworldly, thrill-filled universes he created in The Evil Dead II, Darkman, The Quick and the Dead and last year's The Gift, filmmaker Sam Raimi takes his films with a dash of the fantastical. "George Pal's Time Machine was one of the movies that got me interested in making movies. It was really great," remembers Raimi. "I love Fritz Lang's Metropolis--his vision of the future was breathtaking, and the story was melodramatic and powerful. He had some unbelievably sexy images of that female robot, Maria."
Money talks. That's the lesson of David Colbert's Eyewitness to Wall Street (Broadway Books), a brisk oral history of American finance taken from diaries, private letters, memoirs and reportage. The book chronicles busts (from the 11 percent one-day drop of 1929's Black Tuesday to the 23 percent Black Monday skid of 1987) and booms (in 1999, more than 60 mutual funds had return rates that exceeded 100 percent). Colbert forges a few provocative themes--the explosive impact of information technology and the proclivity of Wall Street pros to panic. Many of the older anecdotes resonate with the recent Internet stock bubble. In 1901, investor Bernard Baruch reflected on that year's panic: "As with most financial panics, the stage had been set in advance by extravagant hopes and talk of a New Era. Bellboys, waiters, barbers--everyone had a tip to pass on. Since the market was rising, every bullish tip came true and every tipster seemed a prophet." Colbert quotes a trader about the future: "For anyone to think that, five years from now, any of us will be doing business the way we do today would be dangerously naive." When it comes to Wall Street, it's naive to forget the lessons of the past.
However you analyzed Election 2000, the gender gap at the ballot box last November was bigger than ever. Fifty-four percent of women voted for Al Gore (compared with 42 percent of men), and 53 percent of men voted for George W. Bush (compared with 43 percent of women). Clearly, Mars and Venus inhabit differing political orbits, and numerous public relations consultants will continue to make a lot of money advising various political parties on how to exploit that gap to their advantage.
South Africa has many luxurious safari lodges, but the ones on Richard Branson's private reserve, Ulusaba, are in a world of their own. The suites at Safari Lodge, situated on a riverbank, are linked by swing bridges, so guests walk above elephants and other game. At hillside Rock Lodge (pictured above), the view is everything: You watch animals from the bar, the spa, the pool or your rock-walled room. Nightly rates range from $720 to $1600 for double occupancy (Rock Lodge commands the higher price), and your per diem includes two game drives, all meals and drinks and a walking safari. Pictured at left is the opulent dining room at Rock Lodge--a setting that's truly fit for a tribal chieftain. Plan to spend at least two nights at either place.
You probably caught the 60 Minutes interview with the drug-fighting colonel and his drug-smuggling wife. The segment had all the emotional trappings of Jerry Springer, a made-for-TV movie or an episode of Law and Order: Women who abuse drugs and the men who love them.
Forget the privilege of stocking the Supreme Court. One of the new president's most important duties is choosing the head of the White House Office of National Drug Control Policy. Presidents have filled the position with former governors, big-city police chiefs and gung ho ex-military. What traits are needed for success? George W. Bush may have replaced Barry McCaffrey, the most recent czar, by the time you read this. But based on the men who have filled the post in the past, here are a few qualifications that seem important for the job.
First it was school prayer. Now the religious right wants to post the 10 Commandments in classrooms. While this would seem to violate the First Amendment, which prohibits the government from endorsing a particular religion, supporters of the move say the 10 Commandments are a historical document, along the lines of the Magna Carta. Besides, students need codes of conduct. OK. With that in mind, we asked some of our favorite people what they would hang on school walls.
On September 10, 2000 an estimated 4000 students at Indiana University gathered outside president Myles Brand's home to protest the firing of the only Indiana basketball coach they had known in their lifetimes. Bob Knight was not just a coach, he was a symbol of the university and the state. When it came to coach Knight, these students were insanely proud and loyal.
It started out innocently enough. My husband, J, and I were fooling around in bed, and things started to get hot and heavy. At the crucial moment, he tried flipping me over on my stomach, as if it were no big deal, just a normal part of the routine.
Golfer Gary Johnson was on the seventh fairway of his local course in Phoenix when something struck him. Not a golf ball, but an idea. "A crazy idea," he recalls now, a year later. Why not hire beautiful women to be your golfing buddies for a day? Better yet, why not hire topless beautiful women? A planner of corporate meetings by trade, Johnson realized the potential for good-looking, bare-chested golf partners went far beyond filling out a weekend foursome. Within a few months, he had launched a website (toplessgolf.com) and assembled a small group of fetching females who were trained to hit the links as the All American Topless Golf Team. For a fee, they're available to swing into action and make your next golf outing a series of Kodak moments. As demand for their services grows, the squad has increased to 23 members. Team members have clubs and will travel. But most of their work takes place around Phoenix, where certain courses give tacit consent to their unusual (lack of) dress. They all receive regular lessons from a PGA pro, which means they know a wood from a wedge, and can tell you the proper way to grip a club. They might even be good enough to kick your butt--and they're willing to bet their shirts on it. We arranged this outing at Las Vegas' Bali Hai Golf Club.
Rita, she got herself some serious problems," Papa John Crines says to Louis, who's standing on his left, wearing pillowy sparring gloves and a protector strapped over a pair of sweatpants. They're watching a woman with honey-colored skin doing stretches in the ring. "This big Dutchman use to train her when she was kickboxin' been comin' round here houndin' her ass. Sayin' he gon' drag her off to Amsterdam. Scarin' the shit out of her. She gettin' her ol' bad habits back."
Europe has Milan. America has the movies. When it comes to casual, nobody loosens up better than we do. Look no further than the collections of our best designers. "We call our system nine easy pieces," says Patti Cohen of Donna Karan. "A guy should build his wardrobe around clothes he feels comfortable in." John Varvatos, who burst onto the scene a few seasons back, calls it "casual elegance."
Fans who salivated over a Silence of the Lambs sequel the way Hannibal Lecter did over a census taker's liver-- served with fava beans and a nice chianti--lost their appetite when both Jodie Foster and director Jonathan Demme declined to return for a second course. That is until Ridley Scott, fresh from reviving the sword-and-sandal era with the Russell Crowe blockbuster Gladiator, joined Anthony Hopkins and stepped in to fill the void. The 63-year-old British-born director knows his way around villains, having birthed one far more ferocious in Alien than Lecter. One of the most imitated directors (especially by makers of music videos), Scott has provided striking visual feasts in films like Alien, Blade Runner, Thelma and Louise and Black Rain. Even his failures, from Legend to G.I. Jane to White Squall, offered intriguing worlds to look at.
With all the publicity on mountain bikes, it's easy to forget that the vast majority of bicycles sold today are designed for city riding. And while cutting between taxi-cabs doesn't quite offer the adrenaline rush of ripping down a mountainside, it can provide a jolt of excitement to even the most jaded urbanite. Lately, bike companies have caught on that commuters are forgoing the subway for city streets. There are now plenty of choices to get you from home to the office quickly, safely and in style. Here are some of the latest bikes and gear to hit the pavement.
If your memory serves you well, you'll recognize Miriam Gonzalez. The 23-year-old Puerto Rican knockout lit up the Playmate 2000 search in our December 1999 issue and was one of the Latin ladies featured last July. "I was supposed to get married this month, but then I became a Playmate," says the all-natural beauty. "My fiancé, Mike, has a March birthday, so this is a nice treat for him." We'd like to thank the generous guy for sharing Miriam with us. "He decided to write a letter, sign my name and send my bikini pictures to Playboy," she says. "It was really hard for me to show off my body. If Mike hadn't sent the pictures, this wouldn't have been possible."
A major prison riot occurred in west Texas at the Texas Department of Criminal Justice's Smith Unit in April 2000. It was a race riot, started when a hispanic prisoner confronted a black inmate who was masturbating in front of a female corrections officer (it's a common practice called "killin' dat ho"). About 300 black and hispanic prisoners squared off, some battling with garden tools. It took 300 guards six hours to bring the conflagration under control. One inmate died from a pickax wound and 34 others were injured, including three guards.
On the fifth sleepless night of the world's toughest expedition race, three Playmates and I crashed down the rapids of the Segama River in Borneo. As boulders surged up suddenly out of the black, we fought to control the sampan canoe. Disaster would be the one boulder we missed. So we tied up to an overhanging tree for a few hours' sleep, placing our life jackets under us for cushioning. The jungle was as black as a cave--the triple canopy sealed out the starlight, and without our headlamps we could not see our hands. And it was incredibly loud, with monkeys screeching, the river roaring, large animals crashing through the brush to the water for last call, and the occasional explosive grunt of a meal missed or seized. Crocodiles were attracted to the bumping sound our canoe made against the bank, so no one was sleeping heavily when the snake came for us. Kalin Olson was on hyperwatch, her headlamp gyrating like a berserk lighthouse, when she screamed--a seven-foot pit viper (text continued on page 158) X-Treme Team (continued from page 115) was skimming across the river toward the canoe in the rippling cone of her light. When it reached the gunwale it stopped, lifted its head out of the water and began wavering from side to side, trying to propel itself into the boat. All hell broke loose.
It was with a guy named Sammy. I was in ninth grade and I had a big crush on him. He was the hottest surfer, so gorgeous. He lost my number a few times, but I still liked him. On my first date with Sammy, we didn't even kiss. We just hung out. A few days later he asked me for a ride home. We ended up going to his house and eating cereal. It turned out Sammy was the best kisser. That guy taught me a lot about sexuality. He was very sensual and a good lover. He loved having sex with me and I felt the same about him. We would skip school. His mom would be leaving and he'd be like, "Oh, I forgot my wallet." She went to work and we had sex all day long. We'd eat sandwiches and have more sex. He taught me so many things. He would never say, "Don't do this." He'd say, "This is the reason I would do-----" I'd reason to myself, That sounds right. He would see to it that I would understand. We could have sex four or five times a day. He was always horny. And most of the time, I'd be like, "All right," and lie there. I'd be so annoyed, but I'd do it anyway, because we thought we were always going to be together. I was 15.
Actress Traci Lords has enjoyed an electic career. The Ohio native has worked in many areas of the entertainment industry: sitcoms, miniseries, John Waters movies, big-budget films and now an action series. Lords, 32, is the heroine doing battle with aliens on the Sci-Fi Channel's First Wave. But things were not always this legitimate.
The latest watches from Timex, Casio and others perform so many cool functions that you'll forget they tell time. Clockwise from near right: Samsung's Watch Phone ($1200) is a 21st century version of Dick Tracy's famous two-way wrist radio, but it's a full-function cell phone. The lightweight model offers an hour and a half of talk time and utilities such as voice-activated dialing, a phone directory and vibration alert. Next to it is Swiss Army's Startech ($250), a watch that calibrates altitude, barometric pressure and temperature. G-Shock's GT2000L-8V can store 30 names and telephone numbers, and its autosort function will help you locate them quickly (about $100). Below the G-Shock is Casio's Wrist Camera, a combination digital camera and watch that snaps and stores up to 100 black-and-white images that can later be uploaded to your PC with the optional $49.95 PC-link kit (about $200). The Ironman Triathlon Digital Heart Rate Fitness System from Timex includes a chest strap that transmits your heart rate to the watch while you're running or working out. The system uses digital FM technology to provide a measurement within three beats per minute of EKG precision ($140). Next to it is Breitling's Emergency, a watch only recently approved for sale by the FAA and FCC. Designed for use by pilots, the Emergency is equipped with a tiny transmitter that broadcasts on the international distress frequency in case of an aeronautical emergency ($3500). Spoon's retro-style dot-matrix LCD UFO can display the time in 38 cities around the world as well as each country's calling code. The UFO also features a metronome/beats-per-minute function and can measure in SMPTE, a unit of time used for editing video set by the Society of Motion Picture and Television Engineers ($190).
Supermodel Kylie Bax is heat in human form. She has set Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue afire. And her acting career is exploding--her latest film, Get Over It, is out now. Then there's her personal life: "If I have an addiction," she says, "it's sex. I like staying at home with my man in bed all weekend, having sex marathons." We can get behind that. Kylie grew up on a remote horse farm in New Zealand. "I lived in the middle of nowhere. My first neightbor was binoculars away. From the age of 13 to 17 I was at boarding school. It was really strict. There were no boys and no partying." After some minor modeling jobs in New Zealand, Kylie decided to bypass the middle ranks. "The main reason I wanted to move to New York is that I realized New York is where you are discovered. If I wasn't going to make it to the top, there wasn't any point in continuing." Thankfully, she made it to the top. But she didn't become a high-maintenance runway pixie. "I prefer to stay at home, lying in bed watching a movie. Watching basketball on TV. I also love surfing the Net. Surfing to Playboystore.com and finding fun things." And she's stayed true to her roots. "We're very old-fashioned in New Zealand. We learn that a man is a man and, though we're equal, you still cook for the guy and clean the house--and I still do that."
One joy of owning a great car is in buying neat stuff to make driving more fun. Pull on a pair of skintight gloves that are copies of the leather ones that Grand Prix driver Jim Clark wore. Then get set to carve up the coast road between Carmel and San Francisco. Escort's Passport 8500 radar detector sniffs out Ka, K and X band signals early. It can also be programmed to keep up with Smokey as he gets smarter. Take the 8500 along when you're heading cross-country. Remember: Montana now has a speed limit. Michael Toschi driving shoes and Serengeti sunglasses make hours behind the wheel more comfortable, especially when the wheel itself is a burl-and-leather airbag model from Beverly Hills Motoring. And if your mode of travel is a vintage sports car, the wicker basket with leather straps pictured here adds a classic and practical touch.