Tom Green has ball. How else do you characterize a celebrity who caught the nation's attention by mouthing a mouse in Road Trip, who for his cable TV show painted his parents' car with a lesbian love scene and dubbed it the Slutmobile? How can someone so audacious be so endearing? Green almost stole Charlie's Angels from his fiancée, Drew Barrymore, portraying the hapless boat captain Chad. In his interview with Kevin Cook, the daring Green discusses the danger of making out in closets and creative uses for cow brains.
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Even more than San Francisco's ballroom rock, Jamaican dub was conceived by potheads for potheads. It was music to say "Oh wow" to, distinguished by a deep, spare style that used vocals primarily for decoration. English punks loved dub. The toasters who chanted on top of it inspired the first rappers. It's near the heart of electronic dance music. New dub CDs have multiplied since the rise of techno, but almost all have been for specialists. A few recent collections, however, are bigger than their niche. The Great Pablo (Music Club) highlights the simple tunes Augustus Pablo created on his melodica in the Seventies. Big Youth's three-CD Natty Universal Dread (Blood and Fire, Ducie House, 37 Ducie Street, Manchester M12JW UK) documents the irrepressible wordplay of the greatest toaster. Stylistically purer is The Best of King Tubby: King Dub (Music Club). But the most compelling introduction to dub is Select Cuts From Blood and Fire (c/o Caroline, 109 W. 29th, New York, NY 10001), which does a superb job of distilling Blood and Fire's catalog to curious R&B instrumentals. Most of the tracks feature tunes carried by the bass; voices fade in and out. The fun is in the effects--stereo zooming, levels rushing and ebbing, percussion clattering or shuddering, horns curdling and bells tinkling. It's all enough to make an ex-president inhale.
Couch potatoes have a new excuse to settle into those sofa cushions. Microsoft, an early proponent of the TV and Internet hybrid, has plans to enter homes via satellite with a new concept called UltimateTV. Using a souped-up DirecTV satellite dish and receiver, the service provides what is becoming the essential trio of TV entertainment--satellite programming, digital video recording and Internet access--packaged together as the first truly interactive television experience. Within UltimateTV's 750 hours of interactive programming per week, viewers will be able to play along with game shows, participate in polls and respond to advertisements. The system's WebPIP (picture-in-picture) technology will let users chat, exchange e-mail and access the web in a small window while watching TV, or go online while keeping an eye on the game in the inset. If you should miss something, the receiver's digital recorder can store up to 35 hours of live television, allowing you to pause the program, rewind and even view the playback in slow motion. The UltimateTV box by Sony and RCA will cost $400. Microsoft will charge a $ 14.95 monthly subscription fee for the service, which includes unlimited Internet access, six e-mail addresses and 35 hours of recording time (subscriptions are sold separately for DirecTV). The company will also offer packages for users who prefer limited Internet time.
The biggest hassle of shopping online is repeatedly typing in personal information and credit card numbers. But relief is on the way in the form of digital wallets. Just as the leather variety holds your identification and credit cards, virtual billfolds from Microsoft, American Express, Mastercard, Visa, Citibank and others make it considerably easier to quickly purchase what you want. With Passport (passport.com), Microsoft's free wallet service, credit card data, along with shipping and billing information, are stored securely on a remote server. When shopping online, enrolled users can click on the Passport icon at participating "Express Purchase" merchant sites (hundreds are expected to be onboard by late 2001) and choose which credit card and shipping address they want to use. The transaction happens instantly. American Express' digital wallet option (americanexpress.com/igotblue) is part of its Blue smart credit card service and requires a stand-alone card reader ($25) that connects to the USB or serial port of Windows computers (and Macs later this year) or Compaq's Reader Keyboard ($60). Card owners who want to purchase a product at a participating site just swipe or insert their card and enter a PIN. The card reader automatically fills in the merchant order form and makes sure the transaction is secure. Because the Blue card contains a chip, American Express can upgrade features as they become available and offer them for users to download through their card readers. Other digital wallet options can be found at infogate.com, gator.com and wallet.yahoo.com.
An offer you can't refuse is Mafia, a new PC game by Talonsoft. Starting as a lowly foot soldier for Don Salieri, you handle unsavory tasks for the family with the hopes of becoming a "made" man. to work your way up you'll cary out day-to-day duties (such as collecting protection money) as well as special assignments, ranging from tommy gun-style hits on rival families to the pilfering of evidence from the office of a wouldbe prosecutor. To avoid getting snagged by the police, you'll also serve as getaway driver in one of 60 authentic Thirties vehicles, including Model Ts and roadsters. If you get pinched, just remember--you didn't see nothing.
The new Internet Messenger watch from Timex (pictured) will help you discreetly stay on top of sports scores and stock market action while on your next date. By utilizing SkyTel wireless services, the watch can receive and store up to 16 messages (such as e-mails from friends, stock market updates, weather reports and sports scores) and can be set to sound a musical chime or silently vibrate when a new message arrives. That way when you place a sizable bet on a sports team, you won't have to keep checking your watch while making out at a movie. (The price: about $ 100, plus a monthly service charge.)
Liv Tyler is a beautiful woman. To those who don't find this a news flash, there is little to recommend about One Night at McCool's (USA Films) except for the chance to ogle Tyler through the eyes of three besotted men who each see her in a different light. These lunkheads are well played by Matt Dillon (as a good hearted schnook), John Goodman (a Catholic cop who's guilt-ridden about his lust for her) and Paul Reiser (a smarmy lawyer who's only interested in kinky sex). Michael Douglas, who produced this one-note comedy, has a small but amusing role as a hit man with a pompadour, and Andrew Dice Clay, billed here under his real name, Andrew Silverstein, takes on a dual role as twin brothers with attitude to spare. There are funny moments intermittently, but the film is distressingly monotonous; the producers might fare better by just releasing Tyler's soapy car-wash scene as a standalone music video. At least it's sexy. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
Movie history is usually pursued in print. But now film scholars are getting competition from documentarians who ply their trade on cable TV and DVD. The growing demand for behind-the-scenes material on DVD has created a beehive of activity for a handful of freelance producers. Some of them are doing great work, though in a visual medium they must depend on interviewees and surviving background footage. With the ranks of Hollywood veterans thinning every month, there are fewer firsthand sources to put on camera, leaving the talking to movie experts and relatives of the original participants.
Franka Potente. The movie that made her an "overnight" sensation (after A healthy career in German films):Run, Lola, Run.Coming up in:Blow, with Johnny Depp; The Princess and the Warrior, reuniting her with Lola director Tom Tykwer; and, next year, The Bourne Identity.Her take on bourne identity co-star Matt Damon: He's so relaxed and not at all full of himself, not at all. He jogs around Paris, and he's just a very nice and normal guy. How she describes her new film blow with Johnny Depp: It's like The Godfather meets Boogie Nights. My character is a total hippie sunshine girl, a stewardess. How did she prepare? I listened to the Mamas and the Papas all day. Ted Demme, the director, would just let us improvise; we had these parties on the beach, and it was really fun. How did the success of run, lola, run affect her? I go to the States, people think I only did one movie. But the nice thing about it is that journalists have a fresh and curious view of you. The people in my country, they've been following my career, which is also nice, but they just have a different view of it. Is she completely honest during interviews? I always try to be honest and direct, and I really think about the questions. On the other hand, you're trying to avoid certain things. I have to point out the positive, even though I would love to cry out, "It sucks!" Is she really a runner? No, not at all. Actually, I had to run for the scene today, and I hate it. You will never see me jog. On Lola, sometimes I had to run all day, and after we had done half the movie, I said, "You know what, guys? I want a running double."
Blow (See review) Johnny Depp is good as an ambitious young man who gets in on the ground floor of America's drug market in the Sixties. But he bites off more than he can chew. This well-told tale has everything but a point. Franka Potente, Paul Reubens and Penelope Cruz are members of the large ensemble. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
It's bombs away on Pearl Harbor as fighting men Ben Affleck and Josh Hartnett compete for the attentions of creamy Kate Beckinsale. It's like Titanic, with lots of sinking boats instead of just one. As always, WWII makes a good backdrop for intriguing stories beyond the battles.
David Lean's 1962 Academy Award-winning epic Lawrence of Arabia makes its long-awaited DVD debut in a two-disc package (Columbia Tristar, $40) that is the video equivalent of a great coffee-table book. A feat of cinematic daring, Lawrence promises to test the technical limits of every fan's DVD player and TV. The DVD's background features--including four documentaries on various aspects of the film and a conversation with director Steven Spiel-berg--offer insights into how insane it was to make this film in the first place. They will never make anything like this ever again. Alas.
A review headline for the 1996 hit The Rock screamed, "Is this the loudest movie ever made?" If you've sunk more than a thousand bucks on a DVD-equipped A/V system, the two-disk Criterion Collection DVD ($40) of the film will float to the top of your demonstration-disc pile. Nominated for the best sound Oscar in 1997, The Rock paired Sean Connery and Nicolas Cage in an assault on Alcatraz, where military nut Ed Harris was threatening to bomb San Francisco. Director Michael Bay, producer Jerry Bruckheimer, Cage and Harris are among the voices offering commentary on Criterion's Rock, which benefits from a new digital transfer enhanced for 16x9 televisions. The second disc sports a Rock-specific episode of the cable series Movie Magic, plus enough interviews, storyboards and background features to plan your own Alcatraz adventure. The real showpiece, though, is the scene where Cage, in a Ferrari, pursues the Humvee-driving Connery through the streets of San Francisco. Electrifying in its excess, this scene seems made for testing your A/V system, and your lease.
"I never went to film school and I never really had a lesson in filmmaking other than watching the great films," says William Friedkin. "I could--and I do--watch The Treasure of the Sierra Madre about 20 times a year. And All About Eve, which I think has the most perfect screenplay ever written. Citizen Kane, of course, plus Singin' in the Rain and all other Gene Kelly-Stanley Donen films, and Kubrick's Paths of Glory." As for horror, Friedkin is partial to Kathryn Bigelow's Near Dark, which he describes as "the best vampire film ever."
Just so there's no misunderstanding the subject matter of Joy's Journal of Anomalies (Farrar Straus and Giroux), the publisher has thoughtfully provided an exhaustive list on the cover: conjurers, cheats, hustlers, hoaxsters, pranksters, impostors, pretenders and jokesters. Adding to the appeal of the material is the identity of the author: Ricky Jay, the sleight-of-hand artist who has staged television specials and acted in David Mamet's films. In Learned Pigs and Fireproof Women, Jay demonstrated his literary talents and interest in unusual popular entertainment. Jay's Journal is a collection of these oddities that he began publishing as a quarterly in 1994. It's filled with illustrations and reprints of playbills from the author's personal files. Oofty Goofty, a 19th century glutton for punishment who played San Francisco bars and charged people a dime for the pleasure of punching him, and John Metcalf, a blind 18th century bowling hustler who was able to determine the rake of the green by feel, are two of the bizarre characters in the book. Wisely, Jay lets the tales tell themselves. What he cannot restrain is his delight in discovering and relating them. And, at your next cocktail party, you won't either.
One of my longtime readers sent me an e-mail with a challenge. He maintained that men subscribe to Playboy for two reasons: (1) to enjoy the photographs of beautiful women and (2) to learn from reading the magazine how to seduce them. In his opinion, I was not focusing enough on sex advice. To meet the needs of my audience, I should give readers more-frequent counsel on the ways and means of getting laid.
Last week, after I had brought her to orgasm, my wife got out of bed, reached into her dresser and pulled out a pair of silk panties. When I asked what was going on, she said, "Put these on." I asked, "Why?" She said, "Trust me." I pulled the panties over my hard-on, and she straddled me to rub my cock and kiss it through the silk. She then slid over me and began grinding her hips, telling me how good my cock encased in silk felt against her pussy. I had one of the most intense orgasms I can recall. I would love to repeat the experience, but does enjoying it so much classify me as a weirdo?--T.B., Anaheim, California
When it comes to politics, sex is a real but unacknowledged driving force, the soft ideology that shapes campaigns and history. During the most recent presidential contest, The Washington Post reported this interesting fact: "In 1996 the Clinton campaign found that one of the best predictors of whether a voter was likely to vote for Clinton or Republican Robert Dole was the voter's response to five questions, all directly related to the sexual revolution: (1) Do you believe homosexuality is morally wrong? (2) Do you ever personally look at pornography? (3) Is religion very important in your life? (4) Would you look down on someone who had an affair while they were married? (5) Do you believe sex before marriage is morally wrong?"
Before leaving his position as the nation's drug czar, General Barry McCaffrey advised the incoming administration to stop referring to the federal strategy as a war. Instead, he said, it's like fighting cancer: "prevention coupled with treatment, accompanied by research." It may sound like a change of heart, but in the same statement, the general reiterated his belief that "law enforcement is essential for reducing drug abuse." Here's how a few of the nation's more sensible newspapers responded to McCaffrey's comments:
Each year, the Literary Review in London chooses the worst description of sex in a new novel and bestows its author with the less-than-coveted Bad Sex Award. Each year in the Forum, we delight in sharing with you a few of the finalists:
It isn't easy being Green. Directing a multimillion-dollar film, planning a wedding with Drew Barrymore, getting over cancer, hearing too many jokes about losing one of your testicles--Tom Green's life is as strange as anything you've seen on MTV's The Tom Green Show. On a recent Saturday in Los Angeles, the 29-year-old gross-out king was juggling commitments to Barrymore, to Playboy and to his new movie, Freddy Got Fingered, while trying to find time to make a party where he'd finally meet Eminem.
The Asian invasion is on. With the success of Romeo Must Die, Shanghai Noon and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Planet Hong Kong has opened the vaults. No longer do you have to hang out in Chinatown, watching reruns of Mystery of Chess Boxing, Shaolin Master Killer or Sammo Hung retrospectives. Now you can catch the classics of kung fu, gun fu and heroic bloodshed on DVD. Lights. Camera. Action.
The strangest things happen in nightclubs. Take a crowd of beautiful people in tight clothes, blast them with loud music and saturate them with booze and drugs, and you get more drama than in an entire season of The Real World. We talked with our favorite DJs--who witness everything from their high-perched booths--about the craziest stuff they've seen.
Last fall on Fox' Temptation Island, four unmarried couples traveled to an island off the coast of Belize to test their relationships by dating dozens of attractive singles. Their idyll included scuba diving, massages, romantic meals on the beach and, in the case of firecracker Mandy and her temptation of the night, Johnny, downing tequila body shots. Though Quaker Oats and Best Buy pulled ads after the first episode and the Federal Communications Commission asked Fox to stop promoting the show when kids might be watching, 18 million couch voyeurs tuned in. Lola Corwin (her sister, Morena Corwin, is Miss September 1992) was among the 13 bikini-clad temptresses flown in to entice the men. But in a strange twist of events, Lola was voted off the island by the guys because she was too tempting. Here is Lola's side of the story, including some scoop that's even too hot for salacious Fox: "I went to the casting because my publicist at bikini.com said it might be cool. I told her I didn't want to do any reality TV shows but then decided I might as well try it. She said, 'Just put it in the hands of fate.' When I got there, I had to fill out this elaborate application that asked things like, What's your health history? What's your ideal date? What type of guy do you like? I wrote that I like sensitive, funny guys who aren't jealous or mean. They asked if I smoke, drink or do drugs. I tried to be as honest as possible. Then I had to fill out a psychological test and get tested for sexually transmitted diseases. 'When I found out I made it, I was excited, but at the same time, I was like, 'What am I getting myself into?'" Lola started modeling at the age of 14 and landed an agent at 17. After Lola won a local Hawaiian Tropic pageant in her home state of Florida, Lola's sister Morena encouraged her to enter the state finals. She finished in the top four. Since then, Lola has modeled for bikini.com, appeared on Pamela Anderson's TV show V.I.P. and was getting set to move into the house she'd just bought when Temptation beckoned. Even though her professional life in Hollywood was going well, Lola decided to take a chance. "I definitely think God sends people signals," she says. "When I tried to sign the contract, my pen ran out of ink. Then I never received the plane ticket. Still, I'm an adventurous girl. I thought I might regret not doing it. I missed two flights before I actually made it to Belize. I was two days late. Everyone was like, 'Who's Lola? What is she about?' I didn't even know exactly what Temptation Island was. I knew it was a dating show, but I wasn't taking it seriously. I wasn't trying to tempt anyone. Socializing with people you don't know is kind of fun. But I felt like an outcast because I got there so late. I decided not to kiss up to any of the guys. I figured if they liked me, they liked me; if they didn't, whatever. For the four days I was there, it was all about eating. I drank too--everyone did. What else are you supposed to do on an island at 10 P.M.? We were supposed to pay for our drinks, but people on the island kept giving us shots." A steamy island setting. Danceable music. Free cocktails. Can you blame a girl for letting her hair down? Unfortunately for Lola, some people became annoyed with her over-the-top attitude. "When I drink I'm giggly and funny," she continues. "I was acting like myself. I was having more fun and being more aggressive with the girls, dancing on the bar and singing karaoke. On the fourth day, something told me to look really good. So I primped for a while. I was feeling confident and happy. All the single girls had to stand in a line and say why we should not be kicked off the island. I said. 'Because we haven't gone skinny-dipping yet!' I love skinny-dipping. It's such innocent fun. But when the host announced, 'This choice is going to shock you,' I knew they'd chosen me. I was like, 'I wish I never did this! This is horrible!' I was hyperventilating and crying. But as soon as I got to fly home first-class, everything went uphill. The show gave me so much exposure. I've been interviewed by Entertainment Tonight. I'm working now more than ever. I just came back from Bora Bora, where I hosted a French TV show. I'm taking acting lessons. I model cosmetics, hair products, clothing. I do commercials and extra work in movies. I have a big résumé. I'm doing great."
John Dortmunder, a man on whom the sun shone only when he needed darkness, didn't like it when all those fluorescent lights flared into view above his head. Like an excessively starry sky, a thousand thousand fluorescent lights in great rows under the metal roof of this huge barn-like store building came flickering and buzzing on, throwing a great glare over all the goods below, and over Dortmunder, too, and yet he knew this vast Speedshop discount store in this vast blacktop shopping mall in deepest New Jersey, very near Mordor, did not open at 10 past two in the morning. That's why he was here.
It's defining moment when a girl sees your boxers for the first time. You want to weigh in with style. We figure nobody is better qualified to pick out undies than guys who make a living in their trunks, so we recruited some of the top fighters on the planet--and boxing's most outrageous promoter. Lennox Lewis has brought glory back to the heavyweight division by unifying the belts. Fernando Vargas and Roy Jones are two key middleweights. (Add Felix Trinidad, Shane "Sugar" Moseley and Oscar De La Hoya, all jumping weight classes, and you have enough excitement to sustain fans for years.) There's the brightest star in the low weight classes, Floyd May-weather. His uncle Roger, also a champ, was known as the Mexican Assassin, and with Floyd's dissection of Diego Corrales earlier this year, she looks ready to continue the family tradition. Next time you're set to go a few rounds, do like these guys. Wear knockout boxers.
<p>Since the show began in 1999, Troy Hartman, host of MTV's Senseless Acts of Video, has repeatedly risked his life in the name of edge-of-your-seat reality TV. So far on Senseless, he has jumped out of a 37th-floor window, free-fallen insides a locked Suzuki Samurai, lured a shark into biting his arm, wake-boarded behind a helicopter, sky-dived onto the roof of the Las Vegas Sahara Hotel, ridden a saddle attached to a bomb and jumped off a 750-foot-high bridges form the top of a moving semi. Once, just for the hell of it, Hartman jumped out of an airplane with his parachute in a bucket of kerosene. As soon as his chute opened, he lit it with a flare gun. When that chute melted, he cut it away and opened another one. "Fucking gnarly," Hartman say.</p>
Last year, Crista Nicole left her hometown of Springfield, Ohio with her high school sweetheart and headed west--destination unknown---to pursue a modeling career. When the two road-trippers arrived at the last-chance casino border town of Primm, Nevada, 22-year-old Crista saw a billboard for a Miss Hawaiian Tropic search that inspired her to make a U-turn back to Las Vegas. "I called the number and did the contest," she says. "I won and became a state finalist." But when she qualified for the national competition, she hesitated. "My boyfriend, Jared, and I needed to find jobs. He said, 'You have to go--that's why we came out here.'" Crista took his advice and went on to win the nationals. She also snagged her first major modeling contract, with Hawaiian Tropic, and competes in the internationals this month.
A bartender noticed the construction workers who came in every weekend were laughing at one of their co-workers. The jukebox was playing, so the bartender couldn't hear what they were saying, so when the guy came over to order a drink, the bartender asked, "What are your friends giving you such a hard time for?"
Old Raj gin packs a double whammy: It's more than 100 proof and more than $50 a bottle. That's typical of the new premium brands that have shaken up gin drinkers' habits. Just take a look at what's on the shelf of your favorite bar. You'll spot gins you've never seen before: Dirty Olive, Junipero, Damrak and Hendrick's, for example. Tanqueray No. Ten, a juniper-light version of Tanqueray, will be there, a few bottles down from Beefeater, Bombay and Boodles--three brands serious martini devotees insist on. "It's not unusual to have scotch and tequila buffs try something new," says Charles Harper, general manager of the Ritz-Carlton in St. Louis. (Its Lobby Lounge boasts a menu listing 234 martinis.) "But gin lovers are more set in their ways. When most of my customers order gin, they have a preference and stick to it." All that is about to change. Here's a guide to the best new premiums.
A guy asked me out on a date recently, but I can't stand dinner and a movie. I don't like to eat with a stranger. If I'm sitting with a guy, he's going to be looking at my breasts, or whatever, from the minute I sit at the table until I'm done eating. Plus, you have to listen to what he's saying and put up with what he's dishing out, whether it's good or bad. And I don't like to be confined to that situation. I love food and I don't like to share my eating space with a stranger. If a man wants to take me out somewhere, it's best to go out where his friends are and my friends are--a group type of thing. If it's just the two of us, that's tough. Take me to a sporting event--that's the best idea.
Baseball isn't broke, no matter what you've heard. Last season began on March 29 in Tokyo and ended on October 26 in Queens. In between, one game featured 23 walks and another saw a team steal 10 bases and lose. Moths invaded Busch Stadium and flying ants swarmed Comerica Park. For the first time in the game's history, no team finished with a winning percentage as high as .600 or as low as .400. This season began in San Juan on April 1 and will end, we think, in New York again, sometimes this fall. But what happens in between is what matters. A season plays out over six months, but a team's fortunes can change in the time it takes a ground ball to get through the infield. Last year, the Yankees were on the ropes until Seattle left fielder Al Martin dropped Tino Martinez' liner in the eighth inning of game two of the league championship series. New York, which had lost 15 of its final 18 regular season games, had gone 21 postseason innings without scoring. The Yanks were zombies, six outs away from flying to Seattle down 0 and 2. But Martin's inability to make the catch broke the Mariners' spell. The Yankees remembered who they were and started to hit.
By the end of the golf season last year, all the superlatives had been used up. The victory at the U.S. Open last June was "unbelievable." The display at the British Open was "historic." Then came the best of all, a duel of guts and nerves during the PGA Championship that had the pressure pouring through the TV screen. In the end, there were no words left to describe what Tiger Woods had done. Golf has become more popular--that's been well documented. But when he plays, golf becomes a bonding force for our culture. It also has become an economic force for those who want to associate with it. Even though the lions of capitalism--AT&T, GM, Sprint--embrace pro golf like a reunited teenage lover, the Tour favors group success at the expense of individual compensation. It just so happens that one of its members is the Michelangelo of golf. Tiger Woods has created works of art at places like Pebble Beach and St. Andrews that have elevated golf to the forefront of popular culture. That interest is easily measured in society's ultimate proving ground, the Nielsen ratings. As CBS Sports President Sean McManus puts it, whenever Tiger plays "he moves the needle."
I'm getting tired of security at the airport. There's too much of it. I'm tired of some fat chick with a double-digit IQ and a triple-digit income rootin' around inside my bag for no reason and never finding anything. Haven't found anything yet. Haven't found one bomb in one bag. And don't tell me, "Well, the terrorists know their bags are going to be searched, so now they're leaving their bombs at home." There are no bombs! The whole thing is fuckin' pointless.
Along With elevating Wild On to E Entertainment's second-highest-rated show (behind Howard Stern), host Brooke Burke has unlocked a spirit of adventure in herself that gave the 29-year-old raven-haired beauty ample reason to pose here.
Being the daughter of Jayne Mansfield carries with it more baggage than Ivana Trump takes on vacation. But actress Mariska Hargitay, 37, has outdistanced critics' expectations and found distinction on her own terms. The star of NBC's critically acclaimed hit drama Law and Order: Special Victims Unit fills the TV screen with a unique energy.
Success in the golf industry has nothing to do with making good clubs. It's all about standing out in a crowd. That's why Rankmark, an independent testing firm, gathered 200 weekend golfers to find out which clubs really work. The driver test results below are categorized by ability, with better amateurs in the 5--9 handicap range and aspiring players in the 10--20 group. The left column is the average of the longest drive for the group. The right column is the average of all shots. Later tests had the new Wilson Deep Red Fat Shaft and TaylorMade 320 drivers averaging 10 and eight yards longer than any club listed here. For higher handicappers, nonconforming clubs like the Callaway ERC and Daiwa G3 did not produce extra distance. Players with swing speeds of 105 mph and higher who hit the ball consistently in the middle of the clubface got extra distances. For more info go to rankmark.com.
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 34, 47--48, 93--97, 118--119, 126--129 and 179, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
If you shave every morning, do it right. A sterling silver safety razor that costs as much as a color TV starts your clay with panache. (The one pictured here takes a Gillette Mach 3 blade.) Or for more heft, try the Vision, a German-made double-edged stainless-steel razor by Merkur. It's built like a Mercedes-Benz. Lathering up with a badger-bristle brush and lavender, mandarin orange or avocado oil soap in a bowl is a pleasant alternative to a palm full of aerosol foam. To put your best face forward, buy a two-sided mirror with magnification. You'll be surprised at how many whiskers you're missing. Braun's rechargeable model 7570 Syncro shaver is cordless and self-cleaning. It also features a digital display that alerts you to the number of minutes left on the charge (50 is max). There are face lotions and potions galore. We've selected some of the best, including Dr. Harris and Co.'s Arlington preshave ("a classic English fragrance for gentlemen"), Geo F. Trumper's West Indian Extract of Limes skin food and Nautica's aftershave gel (it comes in a tube that you can hang in the shower). If you sport whiskers, trim them with a pair of Corrado's supersharp mustache and beard scissors, which comes in a fitted case.