Happy birthday, Marilyn. Depending on how you slice the b-day cake, we're either three quarters through or halfway into the Marilyn Monroe century. Gentlemen prefer the latter, which marks not her birthday (she'd be 75 this month) but her baptism as Sweetheart of the Month in the first issue of Playboy. "Her initial appearance embodied the first truly open communication in America about sexuality," says Scott Turow. Rosebud! In Forever Marilyn Turow reminds us--with the help of some luscious nudes--why MM matters. You can follow her lineage all the way to Brande Roderick, our heady Playmate of the Year. Thanks to a romance with Hef and a run on the beaches of Baywatch Hawaii, Brande's career is in great shape. And so is she--check out her tail-thumping PMOY pictorial, shot by Stephen Wayda. Woof-woof!
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Although she earns $10 million a year for posing in haute couture, 28-year-old Eva Herzigova says she is already planning an early retirement. Herzigova won a beauty contest in Prague at the age of 16. And her 1992 Guess ads got her tagged the "Marilyn Monroe of the Nineties." She then scored magazine covers, Sports Illustrated layouts and those "Hello, Boys" Wonderbra billboards. She acted opposite Gérard Depardieu in Guardian Angels and earned accolades for last year's Just for the Time Being. For now, the recently divorced Eva plans to stay in the U.S. while figuring out her next career move. In the meantime, she enjoys riding her Harley and making pottery. "It's very relaxing," she says. "It takes me to another planet." We think she's out of this world, too.
In the early Nineties, when Los Angeles hip-hop was associated with gats and ghetto tales, the Pharcyde represented a smart, playful alternative. Their campy, off-kilter delivery produced a couple of albums and some brilliant singles. After a lengthy hiatus and some personnel changes, they're back with Plain Rap (Delicious Vinyl), 11 sharply arranged and sharply produced tracks. They don't seem as innovative these days, but the sound of this disc is still state of the art. The producers have surrounded the MCs with a smooth, funky, pristine ambience. The Pharcyde uses some motifs of commercial hip-hop to support their mordant worldview, as on Misery and World, but they subvert the clichés even as they bend them to their own purposes. MCs Imani, Tre and Brown collaborate with Black Thought of the Roots on Network, while the two versions of Trust that open and close the CD display a cool versatility. Not as loopy as past Pharcyde releases, this album underscores the group's growth.
The launch of the first satellite radio services will make cruising in your car a lot cooler this summer. Two competing companies--XM Satellite Radio and Sirius Satellite Radio--have a total of five satellites in orbit, ready to beam down 100 channels of CD-quality digital radio. For $9.95 a month, listeners can tune in to familiar music formats and multiple variations of rock, blues, jazz, pop, country and other genres. Heavy-hitting media companies will operate about 50 channels (including CNBC, BBC World Service, Bloomberg and NPR), providing national news, sports and talk. Each service will also offer original programming not typically found on the AM-FM dial, including live House of Blues broadcasts and content from such TV channels as A&E and Discovery. Although Sirius' service will be commercial free, XM Radio anticipates some of its channels will have about six minutes of national ads per hour (compared with an 18-minute average on the standard FM station). To tune in to satellite radio broadcasts you'll need a three-band radio (AM-FM-satellite), currently offered by Sony, Panasonic, Pioneer, Alpine and others for between $250 and $400. Most automakers have agreed to include three-bands as standard features in future models, and may even offer the first few months of satellite service bundled into the purchase price. Interfacing with digital portable components isn't far behind.
The Road Home (Sony Pictures Classics) is sweet but slight, a minor work by master filmmaker Zhang Yimou, who is celebrated for such earlier pictures as Ju Dou and Raise the Red Lantern. The joy here is watching his latest discovery, Zhang Ziyi (recently seen as Jen in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon), in an open yet beautifully controlled portrayal of a simple teenage girl deeply smitten by the handsome schoolteacher who comes to her village. The film celebrates Chinese tradition in flashback stories about a son who returns home from the city to arrange a respectful funeral for his father. Unfortunately, The Road Home is as easily forgotten as it is digested. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
Movie costumes and props used to be expendable, the disposable byproducts of the filmmaking process. Only in recent years have museums, archives, auction houses and commercial enterprises like Planet Hollywood given value (in some cases, bloated value) to these artifacts.
Judith Godrèche. First noticed by American Moviegoers in:The Man in the Iron Mask, with Leonardo DiCaprio, and the French import Ridicule.Soon to be seen in:Quicksand, co-starring with Michael Caine and Michael Keaton. Her earliest ambition: "Since childhood my dream was to be in movies, so I could dance with and kiss Gene Kelly. I've always been in love with American actors. My favorite actors are all American, like James Stewart." The biggest difference between France and America, from an actress' point of view: "In French cinema there are a lot of women stars, much more than men." The biggest problem in France for a beautiful actress who has written a novel: "In France, you have to stick to what you're doing. You can't be an actress and a singer. You're put into a little box and have to stay in that box. I think it's much easier in America. Jodie Foster is an actress, a producer and a director. That's rare in France. I have this pretty-girl model look and people might not think I could write a book." Who she has a passion for: "Directors. Even my boyfriend is jealous when I'm meeting a director. "Who she'd like to work with: "Ridley Scott, Francis Coppola, Woody Allen, Spike Jonze." Why she enjoyed working with Michael Caine: "He's very funny. On the set he's doing jokes. It's so nice. Even after 100 movies, he's really amazed by things and he wants to create more. He's an amazing man and he has a wonderful wife." What the actress and her two-time co-star Gérard Depardieu have in common: "We have exactly the same way of thinking in the cinema. We're not stars, we're not famous, we're just doing something that we like."
Blow (Reviewed 5/01) Johnny Depp stars as the real-life guy who dominated the American cocaine market for years--but couldn't erase a self-destructive streak. A tangible sense of time and place, and good performances can't make the central character a compelling subject. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
Cleopatra (Twentieth Century Fox), the costly 1963 historical epic that famously brought Fox to the brink of bankruptcy, is out in a three-disc set. It launched Elizabeth Taylor's post-MGM solo career with a million-dollar paycheck (Hollywood's first for an actress) while pushing the already notorious beauty into Richard Burton's arms and busting up her brief marriage to Eddie Fisher. One disc celebrates this history in a two-hour documentary, dubbed Cleopatra: The Film That Changed Hollywood. The documentary should be enjoyed before one consumes the four-hour Sphinx-fest that is Cleopatra. Doing so simultaneously lowers one's cinematic expectations while raising one's awareness of the production's troubled history. Mind you, Cleopatra remains an often gloriously extravagant film, with Oscar-winning costumes, sets, art direction and cinematography. The new high-definition transfer and THX mastering cast the film in its best light ever.
It's nice to see heist movies making a comeback. Guy Ritchie's Snatch (on video this month) and Steven Soderbergh's remake of the Rat Pack favorite Ocean's Eleven, due later this year, continue a fine tradition in which lovable antiheroes are driven to crime, only to learn too late that crime doesn't pay. Usually.
Everyone is celebrating Marilyn's 75th birthday. One of her best films, Some Like It Hot (MGM), is out in a special DVD edition. Then there's the Marilyn Monroe Diamond Collection from Fox, with Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Seven Year Itch, There's No Business Like Show Business, How to Marry a Millionaire and Bus Stop. With this boxed set (VHS or DVD) is the excellent documentary Marilyn Monroe: The Final Days, which includes a 37-minute reconstruction of Something's Got to Give, the film left unfinished at her death.
"I'm most fond of some of the older Hollywood films, like On the Waterfront," says Paul Verhoeven, director of such bombastic Hollywood fare as Basic Instinct, Showgirls, Starship Troopers and Hollow Man. "For some time, I studied Elia Kazan. I'm excited to get all my Hitchcock movies on DVD, because I'm always looking at them. I like the ones he did in England, like The Lady Vanishes and The 39 Steps. Now, I want to see The Perfect Storm DVD and to hear Wolfgang Petersen's commentary track."
Our own man about town sets the tone for Man About Town (Sterling). Hef makes a splashy appearance in Catherine Hayward and Bill Dunn's look at style, sports, music, art, film and boys' toys. In this arch universe, Hef keeps heady company with the likes of Rasputin, Freud, Clark Gable, Picasso, Elvis, the Beatles, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Bubba.
Paul Theroux's Sir Vidia's Shadow was a bitter memoir about his relationship with V.S. Naipaul, in which Theroux managed to present unflattering portraits of both his onetime mentor and himself. His latest book, Hotel Honolulu (Houghton Mifflin), is about a middle-aged author of some notoriety who tries to escape his past and start a new life. The nameless narrator seeks refuge in a job managing the last small, old hotel in Honolulu. The book is the former writer's episodic retelling of the many stories that the hotel's guests and staff have told him. Theroux is at the top of his game capturing the unrequited desires of the visitors who pass through the hotel's lobby and drink in the Paradise Lost Lounge. He also creates some memorable characters. Hotel owner Buddy Hamstra is "most people's nightmare, a reckless millionaire with the values of a delinquent and a barklike laugh." Then there's the narrator's wife, Sweetie, the product of a top-secret assignation arranged years earlier by Buddy between a prostitute and JFK. As his narrator discovers a route back home to the writing life, Theroux also makes a most welcome comeback.
Decades before Sharon Stone wielded an ice pick and uncrossed her legs in Basic Instinct, femmes fatales slinked across movie screens leaving cigarette smoke and baffled men in their wakes. Offscreen, life was even darker. The women chafed under a studio system that gave them little power. They battled jealous peers and lost roles as they aged. Eddie Muller's Dark City Dames: The Wicked Women of Film Noir (Harper Collins) has more Hollywood scoop than a Liz Smith column. It's a sympathetic ode to six women (Evelyn Keyes, Coleen Gray, Ann Savage, Jane Greer, Audrey Totter and Marie Windsor) who made B-movie history and helped pave film noir's shadowy streets.
America loves gangster fiction, a fact not lost in Jimmy Breslin's I Don't Want to Go to Jail (Little, Brown). The anecdotal novel follows the parallel fates of a fading Mafia kingpin and a law-abiding lad saddled with the same moniker as his uncle, the Don of Greenwich Village. Jail has some grit but seems as frothy as a fairy tale when compared with James Ellroy's mesmerizing nightmare of gangdom's power and glory, The Cold Six Thousand (Knopf). Focusing on a Las Vegas cop's decline through the tumultuous Sixties, it lays the assassinations of the Kennedys and Martin Luther King, Howard Hughes' buyout of Vegas, the Vietnam war drug trade and the election of Richard Nixon at the casino doorstep of a cabal of crime lords, CIA creeps and the ever-vigilant J. Edgar Hoover. With riveting style and substance, The Cold Six Thousand is Ellroy's biggest score.
The first rule of fight club is that you never talk about fight club. But now the secrets are out. Bob Mee's Bare Fists: The History of Bare Knuckle Prize Fighting (Overlook) profiles the strongest, meanest and drunkest bare-knuckle boxers in the history of the sport, which began in early-1700s England. You think Mike Tyson is a badass? These boxers bit noses, gouged eyes and kicked their fallen opponents with spiked boots. Fights lasted an average of two and a half hours, ending only when a boxer dropped (many times, dropped dead). Crowds of up to 50,000 traveled miles to see these bouts, causing local residents to wonder if the French were invading. These pugilists did not live out their glory years like Rocky. Most either died young from organ damage, spent time in jail for the deaths of their opponents or took to drink. In the late 1800s, gloves and stricter rules were introduced, which led to today's fighters' mockery of the original art. A boxer and his mates are the focus of Irvine Welsh's latest novel, Glue (Norton). But, as with his best-known novel, Trainspotting, wading through Welsh's dialect can be a challenge. If you're not up to it, wait for the movie.
Mark Chmura, former Green Bay Packers tight end, was found not guilty early this year on charges of child enticement and third-degree sexual assault of a young woman in Wisconsin. I watched the entire trial on Court TV and thought the jury acquitted itself honorably and well. When I read the sports columnists of my hometown Chicago newspapers, however, I learned that Chmura was still tainted with guilt despite the jury's decision. It appears that the sports pages--once the last bastion of unabashed manhood--are now advocating the politically correct approach to all things athletic.
I still haven't met that special someone. Recently I contacted a dating service, but it charges $1000 to set you up on three dates. What questions should I ask before I hand over my money?--B.T., Springfield, Illinois
In 1957 a fledgling Playboy published an article called The Pious Pornographers. We had noticed an odd double standard when it came to sex. Women's magazines wrote incessantly, if obliquely, about sex without causing public outcry. But let a men's magazine tackle the subject, and critics would claim we were obsessed with sex. Over the years, the standard has relaxed. Walk past any newsstand in America and you'll find magazine cover lines that tempt the reader with visions of wet, wild ecstasy. Both men's and women's magazines treat sex advice as something to be hung on the refrigerator door. "Rock Star Sex" encourages one: "More Power! More Rhythm! More Squealing!" Honey promoted its "Crazy, Sexy, Single Issue." Redbook bannered "Sex: Five Steamy Moves to Try Tonight." This past January we sampled a month's worth of women's magazines to find out how the opposite sex got to be that way.
I told them to ask me anything they wanted, anonymously, on little bits of paper. They folded their questions like secret ballots and passed them up to me at the podium. A hundred little sex queries, from a hundred undergraduates at Northwestern University near Chicago. I was their invited speaker for the evening, a sex expert who promised to answer all comers without flinching or pandering.
"I don't understand this obsession we have with kids. Whatever happened to people? You know, the veterans of childhood. Those of us who made it out. Don't we count anymore? Must everything be for and about the children, our most precious resource? I promise you, our most precious resource is petroleum."
When Boris Becker dropped by a London restaurant in 1999, he had no idea his bill would be so enormous: £2 million, or nearly $3 million. That's the sum the German tennis star paid to settle a paternity claim brought by a Russian Algerian waitress named Angela Ermakowa, who claimed she had a single sexual encounter that night with Becker.
Madalyn Murray O'Hair, the litigious and loudmouthed atheist, had every reason to think she might someday be murdered. She received mountains of hate mail, which she talked of compiling into a book: Letters From Christians. Thirty-five years after the lawsuit that made her famous, O'Hair was murdered. She died not for God but for mammon.
In May 1998 Charlie Sheen--whose party-filled lifestyle seemed to eclipse his work in films such as Platoon, Wall Street, Major League and Hot Shots--was home, alone and bored with snorting and smoking cocaine. No problem: He'd discovered an unused rig a junkie friend had left behind, and had an idea. Sheen had never shot cocaine, so he loaded up the syringe, emptied the contents into his arm and waited. To his surprise, he felt nothing. So he did it again. All at once it hit him.
Marilyn Monroe smiles at me every day. She is there on my living room wall, in one of the zillions of silk-screened portraits of her that Andy Warhol began producing in the early Sixties, shortly after Marilyn's substance-induced death. Rendered in pastel hues of optic intensity, MM looks down heavy-lidded, with the wrinkle of a grin, wised-up and happily alluring.
For all the money thrown around in Hollywood, surprisingly little of it is spent on interior design. Most offices look like they were designed by Kmart. Homogeneous and functional and some times funky. The reason is simple. No one ever stays in an office long enough to do more than put up a poster of their last project and a picture of the family. If the job goes well, you get bumped up to a bigger, better office. If it doesn't, you move on to another characterless office at another studio. It drives the mail room guys crazy.
Our faith in Canada has been restored now that "the only network worth watching" has put the broad back into broadcasting. Of course, we're talking about the four nude women who deliver the news live each afternoon at nakednews.com. Armed with only microphones and eight smoking guns, these hard-hitting Toronto journalists report on international news, business, sports and the weather, which often includes references to nipply--er, nippy--temperatures. We are taken by their bright smiles and uninhibited performance, and, apparently, we're not alone. With 6 million viewers a month logging on, Naked News is one of the few dotcoms that's in no danger of failing. The Naked News team takes journalism seriously. According to lead anchor Victoria Sinclair, visitors may log on for the nudity, but they stay tuned because "the content and delivery are superb." Naked News is looking to add even more luster to its team. We hope Maria Bartiromo is available.
Its a Golden Age for the viruses that live with us. More of these single-minded microscopic barbarians than ever are on intimate terms with humans. Yet they remain largely a mystery at the fringe of life, parasites, neither plant nor animal, what some believe to be the original living organisms. They're so small that only in the past hundred years have we isolated them for study. No one has any idea how many there are, whether their numbers are growing, or how many would kill us in a close encounter. Despite generations of research, we have no sweeping antiviral drug that works the way penicillin fights bacteria. But we are learning the size of the threat--that viruses have a much bigger impact on our lives than we thought. And that no virus has our best interests at heart.
As editor of Batteries Not Included, a monthly newsletter about the porn industry, I watch more than 600 adult videos each year, with no visible harm to my body or mind but with severe strain to my VCR's fast-forward gears. I move quickly because life is short and porn is long. I can't claim to have seen every triple-X movie [according to the industry magazine Adult Video News, more than 10,000 titles are released each year], but I have seen damn near every one of quality. Here are the 10 best currently available on video and DVD:
Heather Spytek is a resourceful woman with a knack for covert maneuvers. The 23-year-old booked a room at the Beverly Hilton and crashed last year's Golden Globe Awards so she could rub elbows with Hollywood's finest. "I was walking down the red carpet beside Warren Beatty," she laughs. "Security puts your room key in the same folder with the tickets for the event, so I just showed them the card and they thought I was a movie star! I met Courtney Love, Winona Ryder and Calista Flockhart." The ruse came to an abrupt end when the future (text concluded on page 116) Miss June 2001 approached Hugh Hefner's party and was turned away by his girlfriends. At this year's Golden Globe Awards, however, Heather was one of Hefner's invited guests. "He laughed and told someone, 'Can you believe it? She was here last year trying to meet me, and the twins made her go away,'" she says. "It's a crazy story!"
Hillary Clinton visited her doctor for her annual physical exam. After conducting a battery of tests, the doctor told her she was pregnant. "I'm a busy senator," Hillary said. "This is the last thing I need."
Pickups, the official ride of cowboys, construction workers and Clint Eastwood in The Bridges of Madison County, have gone uptown. Lavishly appointed trucks are the transportation of choice to trendy clubs, beach picnics and five-star restaurants. It's no surprise then that the country's two best-selling American vehicles are Ford and Chevrolet pickups. Dodge, which sells more trucks than it does cars each year, runs third. So far, Detroit has monopolized the big-pickup market, but that's changing. Toyota is selling a V8-powered Tundra, and there's a futuristic-looking bruiser on the way from Nissan. (The Tundra's double-wishbone front suspension teamed with leaf-spring rear suspension provides a remarkably supple ride. An optional off-road suspension package is available, too.) Ford remains the market leader, but Chevrolet's Silverado 2500HD packs the most powerful engine, a massive 6.6-liter turbodiesel with 520 pounds per foot of torque. For years, pickups were mostly unadorned workhorses, but now you can spec your new truck with endless accessories. (If the factory doesn't offer what you want, there are plenty of after-market firms that do.) Custom wheels, running boards and lights are popular add-ons, along with special paint, trick exhausts, bed liners and tonneau covers. Hot pickup trends for 2001 include radical styling, shorter pickup boxes with swing-out storage, four doors, bigger engines and sophisticated, electronic all-wheel drivetrains. There's also a new class of vehicles known as sport utility trucks. Lincoln just launched the Blackwood, based on the Lincoln Navigator. The air suspension--equipped Blackwood rides on 18-inch alloy wheels. Luxury touches include a rear console, Alpine stereo and a wood-trimmed stainless steel cargo bed with a motorized tonneau cover. Watch for high-roller haulers to copy this feature. The base price is $52,500. DaimlerChrysler has shown a Power Wagon concept truck that evokes its military-style postwar wagon. They say they have no plans to build it. But since all these big bruisers are styled to imitate over-the-road semis, and DaimlerChrysler owns Freightliner, why not go all the way? By mating a tractor-trailer cab with a Ram 3500 chassis and a souped-up Viper V10, DC could build the ultimate bad boy Freightliner pickup. Chevrolet's SUT entry is the five-passenger Avalanche Ultimate Utility Vehicle. Based on the Suburban truck, the Mexican-built Chevy features driving lights, matte-black cladding and flying-buttress cab supports. Cadillac will join the fray in 2002 with its eye-catching Escalade EXT, another clever marriage of SUV and heavy hauler. Caddy's research has identified a growing crowd who already owns pickups, but who want their trucks with jazzy trim.
His first film, The Brothers McMullen (1995), portrayed Irish American siblings--and their tangled relationships--on suburban Long Island. It caught the attention of Robert Redford and won the grand jury prize at the Sundance Film Festival, earning Edward Burns a place among the top independent filmmakers. It also did more than $10 million at the box office, at a cost of $18,000.
It was only four years ago that Brande Roderick loaded her belongings into a rented Ryder truck, waved goodbye to her family, left the idyllic wine country of California and headed south--bound for Hollywood and, she hoped, for glory. Since then, she has slept on friends' couches, borrowed cars, taken acting classes, struggled to find work and watched her struggles pay off. There were acting jobs on shows such as Beverly Hills 90210 and appearances in national commercials. There was the evening she went out dancing and was invited to join Playboy Editor-in-Chief Hugh M. Hefner at his table. There were the months she spent living in the Playboy Mansion with Hef, Sandy and Mandy Bentley and Jessica Paisley. There was her Playmate of the Month pictorial in April 2000 and her season-long stint on Baywatch Hawaii.
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However you launch a summer vacation, you'll want to outfit it right. For road trips use the hands-free Car Cell Phone System by Sharper Image. The cradle turns your cell phone into a speakerphone and includes Hear-It-Again, a feature that can let you record phone calls in a 20-second loop for instant playback. Sony's portable PS one will keep your driving partner amused when she's not snoozing on your shoulder. Attach the PS one to InterAct's Mobile Monitor, and she can enjoy video games powered by the car's cigarette lighter outlet. If your summer travel involves time aboard your private yacht (or runabout), tote along Kristline Corp.'s Grill4All portable grill. It cooks in three modes (electric, charcoal and propane) and folds into its own carrying case. To capture the briny world there's SeaLife's Reef-Master RC, an automatic 35mm camera that's waterproof to a depth of 160 feet. It's dark down there, so don't forget SeaLife's rubber-armored external flash. Tote or ship six bottles of your best wine anywhere in the Ultimate Wine Safe from Bounty Hunter. It's made of aircraft aluminum and is triple insulated with rubber and foam to keep your vino cool and secure. The removable lid includes lockable latches so baggage handlers can't help themselves. Other sizes are available for as few as two bottles.
Pamela Anderson--With V.I.P., MTV and Pamtv.com, she's the most successful playmate in hollywood. But she always remembers her Playboy roots. Brand-new nudes--her greatest yet--for your ever-growing Pamela Shrine