It's the Latest, biggest, bloodiest and most doomed front in the fucked war on drugs. According to best estimates, 90 percent of all cocaine comes from Colombia. The United States recently allocated $1.3 billion--the bulk of it in military aid--to the Colombian government, which barely controls any part of the country. Such is the backdrop of Colombia: Land of Death, a grim travelog by director Barbet Schroeder(Barfly.) While on location for his new film, Our Lady of the Assassins, Schroeder witnessed the thefts, deaths and paranoia that make the country the weirdest place on earth. His telltale diary is illustrated by Fred Stonehouse. Here's another hot-button issue: What comes after Dolly the sheep? Cloning: Phase Two by Michael Parrish goes into the lab to investigate whether it's possible to dupe humans. It's by turns a creepy and inspiring read.
What do you get the man who has everything? If you're Liz Hurley, you send him a singing telegram. If you're Pam Anderson, you give him a bottle of 1921 Château d'Yquem with a note saying, "Happy birthday, dearest Hef. This may be the thing older and better than you. No way! Love, Pam." If you're young and beautiful, you show up in lingerie or less.
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Jessica Biel didn't want to be typecast for playing the squeaky-clean minister's daughter on Seventh Heaven, but the 19-year-old star of the WB's top show regrets doing the infamous seminude Gear magazine spread that nearly derailed her career. After Biel made foul-mouthed remarks in the accompanying article, her character was written out of Seventh Heaven for, of all things, stealing money from her brother's piggy bank. "I made a horrible choice," Biel said of the debacle. "I don't want that image--I just want to be me." When she's not attending college at Tufts University, Biel still makes recurring appearances on Seventh Heaven alongside her TV and real-life boyfriend, Adam LaVorgna. They met while filming I'll Be Home for Christmas, a comedy that followed Biel's movie debut in Ulee's Gold. You can see her next on the big screen opposite Freddie Prinze Jr. in Summer Catch, a "date movie" that's set against the backdrop of a Cape Cod baseball league.
I go to movie theaters in Los Angeles on a regular basis. It's easy to spot me: I'm the one running up the aisle to the lobby of the multiplex, desperately looking for someone--anyone--to tell that the film I'm trying to watch is out of focus.
The Princess and the Warrior (Sony Pictures Classics) is an infuriating film. Strangely compelling at times, drawn out, then downright silly, this fable will test the patience of many a moviegoer. Franka Potente, whom the director, Tom Tykwer, introduced to the world in Run Lola Run, plays a good-hearted nurse who is run over by a truck; the reckless young man (Benno Fürmann) who caused the accident also helps save her and thus becomes imbedded in her consciousness. When he later turns up at the asylum where she works, they begin an odd and tentative relationship. Tykwer sees his fable as a tribute to the power of love, and at times he conveys that feeling. But a series of odd, illogical and off-putting incidents and characters does everything possible to push us away. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
Thora Birch. First Noticed In:Purple People Eater, at the age of six (following TV commercials at four and a half). Recently Acclaimed For:American Beauty.How she describes her character in Terry Zwigoff's Upcoming Ghost World: "Enid is a zany, vivacious character who is on one track one minute, and on another five minutes later." The advantage she has over actresses who haven't been working most of their lives: "The only advantage it gives me is the awareness of how much there is yet to learn and do. I grew up in the industry and that's where I'm most comfortable." One of the Best Movies she ever turned down: When I read the script for American Pie, I laughed my ass off--it was so funny, but there wasn't a particular character that I glommed on to, where I could see this being really fulfilling." The part she could see her self playing years from now: "This is way down the line: the Ellen Burstyn part in Requiem for a Dream. Her performance in that was so powerful, so brilliant." The thing about acting that still turns her on: "The work itself, being on the set, creating a character, pushing myself further each day, trying to take on challenges and roles that will make me work to become that other person."
Angel Eyes (Listed only) Jennifer Lopez and Jim Caviezel turn in sincere performances in a predictable story about a cop and a loner who share a connection--but don't realize it, as they begin to fall in love. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
Steve McQueen, the Sixties paradigm of loner cool, was the inspiration for the recent independent hit The Tao of Steve. Those who wish to go back to the source will want the commentary-inclusive discs of both The Sand Pebbles (1966, Fox, $25) and The Magnificent Seven (1960, MGM, $20). In addition to wonderful transfers and superior audio, the commentaries afford the McQueen-inclined a primer on the enigmatic icon's unique ch'i. "Steve McQueen clearly suffered, emotionally, in life," Candice Bergen cautiously observes early in the audio commentary track of The Sand Pebbles. Her impressions of him feel like a former student's recollections of a revered professor in need of a hug. The Magnificent Seven commentary includes memories from James Coburn. "There was a competitive nature about Steve that, phew, got a little bit overwhelming sometimes," Coburn notes at one point. McQueen comes across as an alpha male with that tender inner core the ladies love. Who isn't tao with that?
Nothing can clear a roomful of women faster than the Three Stooges. There's something about Moe, Larry and Shemp (later Curly) and their approach to problem solving that most females just don't get. No matter, 12 of their freshmen features have been collected on DVD in The Three Stooges: The Early Years (American Home Treasures). The Stooges (the vaudeville term for second bananas) create mirth from eye gouging and other mayhem and foster a world of ethical chaos. Beavis and Butt-head have nyuk-nyuk-nothing on these guys.
"I love all those Seventies films like The Exorcist, Mash, The Last Picture Show, Young Frankenstein, The Godfather and Love and Death," says Dr. Drew Pinsky, host of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus. "But I'll step out of that decade--in both directions--from Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times to It's a Wonderful Life to 2001 to The Player. I prefer comedies to dramas, especially when in hotel rooms. At home, our movie-watching ritual is popcorn from Blockbuster, blankets, feet up, a fire. Nowadays, our kids drive our movie choices, which are mostly Disney films. I was delighted when our daughter finally graduated to Miss Congeniality."
Grateful Dawg, a documentary with lots of concert footage exploring Jerry Garcia's bluegrass roots, gets limited release to theaters in August before it finds its way to video. Here are a few other "all access" movies about music.
Patty Loveless was born to make Mountain Soul (Epic), filled as it is with the kind of songs she heard growing up in Pikeville, Kentucky. Some are traditional (Soul of Constant Sorrow, Rise Up Lazarus and some are classic bluegrass (Jack Clement's Someone I Used to Know, the three Stanley Brothers numbers). But even on the new ones, Loveless sounds like she has known them forever. Loveless has perhaps the most beautiful voice in contemporary Nashville. On her best numbers, she reaches new heights: Darrell Scott's You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive (which recounts the crushed hopes and tragic dreams of a coal miner), Sorrowful Angels (the story of an Appalachian Miss Havisham) and Cheap Whiskey (where she makes a pathetic drunk come to miserable life). This record defines Patty Loveless not as a commercial property, but as an inspired and inspiring artist.
Strange Bedfellows Department: The White House tried to sell President George W. Bush's budget by passing out the lyrics to the Stones'You Can't Always Get What You Want. The spokesman said it showed their "witty side." We see this bunch as more of a 19th Nervous Breakdown.
Oh, for the long ball. From Frank Baker to Mark McGwire, the home run has been the seminal play in American sports. Home Run (Harvest) is an anthology dedicated to the act of hitting a baseball over a wall. Editor George Plimpton covers the literary bases with Don DeLillo and Gregory Corso, and tosses in surprises about Sadaharu Oh and Josh Gibson. But the purest moments here come from the incomparable Red Smith, who writes about Bobby Thomson's and Reggie Jackson's fabled homers.
I Gave one of my friends the nickname RadFem because she's never heard a radical feminist argument she hasn't liked--which means that on issues of sexual politics, she will always parrot the party line (men are bad, women are good, end of story). As you might expect, RadFem and I have a few differences of opinion, but we remain semicongenial acquaintances and get together on occasion for lunch.
When I was younger, I attended a boarding school for girls. I'm now 21 and married to a great guy. My husband and I read Playboy together in bed, and he suggested I write you. My roommate at school was a lesbian. We became good friends and, after a time, lovers. She led the way. It was mostly kissing at first, then fondling, shared masturbation and oral sex. There was one thing she taught me that I haven't seen or heard of since. She would have me suck her nipples to hardness, then, as I lay on my tummy, she would part my bum cheeks with her thumbs and (one at a time) press a stiffened nipple into my rectum. When she gave the word, I would begin a rhythmic clenching of my bum. It felt gorgeous, like I was sucking her into me, and she would masturbate me while bringing herself off on my leg. We took turns, but she always preferred "getting" the nipple to "giving" it. I enjoyed both roles. I've told my husband about it (no secrets, right?), and he loves the idea. And although he can't reciprocate with a swollen nipple, he more than compensates with his penis. Is this a common lesbian practice?--D.D., Kelowna, British Columbia
The Federal Communications Commission has been policing the nation's airwaves since 1934 to make sure no one says or does anything that the agency judges to violate the public morality. Federal law requires violators to be punished with fines and/or jail time.
Angered by President Bush's decision to ban funding for abortion counseling overseas, a San Francisco art student distributed this poster urging women to shave their pubic hair in protest. Her rallying cry: "No. Bush! It's not yours, it's mine!" Jackie Sumell hoped to collect 538 Baggies of hair--the number of certified votes by which Bush won Florida, plus one. She got 200, which she delivered to the steps of the Senate.
It's odd that director Tim Burton keeps finding himself at the helm of big-budget studio blockbusters, because he's really not the type. Trained as a fine artist and described as a shy, withdrawn loner, he has indie filmmaker written all over him.
I lived from May to December 1999 in Medellín while we filmed Our Lady of the Assassins, which was shot in absolute secrecy. The city of eternal spring, the city where the kindness and courtesy of another time--that of my childhood in Bogotá--lives to this day. It's also a city obsessed with order and cleanliness, a city filled with energy and happiness. There is, of course, another facet to it that can be summed up in figures:
Mobsters don't get paid vacations or 401(k) plans, but one fringe benefit of their jobs--at least on The Sopranos on HBO--is a congenial work environment. The members of North Jersey's preeminent mob family conduct their affairs from Club Bada Bing, where the amenities can be summed up in a simple phrase: All Nude All the Time. The club provides the perfect atmosphere when boss Tony has to confer with his executive staff or evaluate his cash position. The producers shoot Bing scenes at Satin Dolls in Lodi. New Jersey, where many of the lovely dancers have become celebrities from their exposure on the program. No wonder a watchword of the past season became "Don't Disrespect the Bing."
To a geneticist, cloning is a beautufully simple process, if not completely understood. Deoxyribonucleic acid, the molecule in each cell that ries a being's (human or other) personal genetic inheritance, is combined with an egg cell stripped of its own Dna. When the process works the resulting egg grows into an exact genetic replica of the creature that supplied the DNA.
Football players will always look like football players. Basketball players can set trends for other six-foot-nine guys. But baseball players suit up well. Because designers are always thinking postseason, we asked some of the game's biggest bats to preview a few new fall classics. Dressing like Mr. October came easily to these guys. Chipper Jones has made it to the playoffs six times, Kenny Lofton five times, Mike Piazza four times, Brady Anderson twice and Gary Sheffield once (he made the most of it, winning it all with the Marlins). These guys also have the chests and shoulders to fill out a suit. Stats: The biggest jacket was a 50L (Piazza); the largest waist was 36 inches (our secret). In other words, your modern player is cut--the baseball beer gut has gone the way of the Ted Kluszewski jersey. Sure, the modern player will dive headfirst into second and think nothing of it. But he also knows how to clean up. And these guys are sophisticated. All of them are well versed in matters of style, whether they're talking about fine watches or designer labels. In fact, their personal tailors gave us so many measurements, we thought we were looking at the backs of their trading cards. It's a new game out there. So for your next appearance at the plate, try dressing like a heavy hitter.
Jennifer Walcott, who says she changes her address "at least once a year," is a nomad by nature. Currently a resident of Los Angeles, the 24-year-old Ohio native made her first cross-country jaunt five years ago. "I packed up my little purple convertible and no one believed I was leaving," she says. "It was a really great experience growing up in Youngstown, Ohio. But I always felt like there was more out there. People in Ohio tend to settle for a simple kind of life, and I knew I wasn't that kind of girl." Miss August did "cotton-ball girl and craft service" work on movie and television sets before relocating to Chicago for eight months to be near her dying grandmother. "She was my best friend, and I told her if I ever got married, it would be a fight between her and my sister to be my maid of honor," she says. "I felt I had to move back to the Midwest to be near her and to get grounded again."
Never mind what the calendar says: This is the year of the Dragon. The Chinese have American moviegoers wrapped around their nunchakus, and this year's Oscar wins were their flying kick to Hollywood's old guard. When it comes to blockbusters, the nimble guys with fists of fury beat all corners. China, of all places -- a country associated with artistic repression, badly dubbed pseudophilosophical dialogue and dumb Kung-fu plots& mdash; has breathed life romance back into mass-market movies and brought to American audiences a renewed reverence for screen magic.
Ringo Starr, Twiggy and Princess Margaret owned Mini Coopers. Mary Quant named the miniskirt after the car. In The Italian Job, Michael Caine and a team of stunt drivers tore up the streets and flew over the rooftops of Turin in a trio of red, white and blue models. More than 5.4 million Minis have been sold since 1959. Now BMW, which acquired the Mini brand several years ago, will bring a restyled version back to the States early in 2002. (Previous imports stopped in 1967.) The new Mini Cooper pictured here packs a 115 hp, 1.6-liter four-cylinder engine jointly developed with Chrysler. But while the new Mini Cooper is technically a German car, it will be built in Oxford, England, and--guess what?--its designer, Frank Stephenson, is an American. The first Minis were known for their (text concluded on page 112) maneuverability, and in keeping with that tradition the new version boasts BMW-developed multilink rear suspension and powerful disc brakes. ABS is standard, as are 15-inch wheels. (Alloy 16-inch and 17-inch wheels are optional.) Traction control and high-power xenon headlights and automatic transmission are also available. (Five-speed manual trans is standard.) Despite its diminutive size (11'10" x 6'3"), the car is crash resistant and features door beams, six air bags and BMW's Advanced Head Protection system for front and rear. The Mini will hit 60 mph in just under nine seconds and has a top speed of about 125 mph. Base price is $17,000. A Mini Cooper S version with 163 horses, hood scoop and other exterior changes will also be available, priced around $20,000. Only select BMW dealers will offer either model. Check around. --Ken Gross
The first words out of Jacki's mouth were, "I know I am the biggest bitch and you have every right never to speak to me again." She then began apologizing profusely for not returning my calls. She launched into a story about how she had been fighting with her boyfriend the whole weekend. Obviously the breakup process was not going well. At least not for me. It was clear that my Thursday night make-out session with her hadn't meant much.
Jon Bon Jovi has been there and done that. Sure, fans last year could log on to the web and watch Bon Jovi, the band, recording its new album in real time. But the man himself fondly recalls when high technology meant reel-to-reel tape recorders: "You'd press Record and that was it. Then you'd go to a studio and work it out. Nowadays kids are computer literate, and they're able to produce more out of their bedrooms than we could produce in the garage."
As an adolescent I often masturbated in the bathroom with the aid of female fantasies, so it was quite logical that a great many of my dreams would include a coed bathroom as a locale. During the punk era, there were nightclubs that featured unisex bathrooms. And then the all-purpose bathroom in "Ally McBeal" empowered my original dreams to make their way into mainstream awareness. That's why I love the latest bizarre rumor to come out of Sweden. According to an article by Jasper Gerard in "The Spectator," young Swedish women are demanding that men use the lavatory in a strictly sedentary posture--that is, sitting down--not only for hygienic reasons, but also "because a man standing up to urinate is deemed to be triumphing in his masculinity and, by extension, degrading women. To micturate from the standing position is now viewed--among the more progressive Swedes--as the height of vulgarity and possibly suggestive of violence. Among the young, leftish intelligentsia there is also a view that to stand is a nasty macho gesture." At Stockholm University, one feminist group hates urinals on the grounds that their basic construction is antiwoman. That group is not alone--a Swedish primary school has already eliminated the evil urinal before young male minds can be tainted. "It has long been one of the more imaginative examples of feminist paranoia," Gerard states, "that men engage in unacceptable, antiwomen practices while standing at the urinal." But of course! Is there a man among us who doesn't use the restroom as a place to conspire with his fellow men? Isn't standing at a urinal the most logical place to strike up a friendly conversation? Isn't that why men frequently visit the men's room en masse, just like women? What the anti-urinal forces in Sweden lack in actual knowledge of male bathroom behavior (i.e., men look straight ahead, never glancing left or right, and never speak, even if spoken to) they make up for in imagination (men chatting it up while aiming for the deodorant cake, plotting elaborate conspiracies that women never know about). "No, the answer is more subtle, according to a nonsquatting Englishman," says Gerard. "It is not so much a function of female suspicion as of women's desire for absolute equality. Voting, fighting, learning and indeed yearning were all pastimes once denied women. So to achieve absolute equality, the Swedish sisters have stripped men of their remaining dignity and plunked them on the (concluded on page 151)Krassner(continued from page 118) potty." Young Swedish men comply, he says, out of a sense of justice. In other words, they don't feel it is right that they should have the sole advantage of a fire-and-forget physique. Does this sound like science fiction? Ironically, in the science-fiction film Gattaca, Ethan Hawke's character alters his identity, which includes changing from a left-hander to a right-hander. But his cover is blown when a bathroom monitor notices that he still urinates by holding his penis with his left hand. The crux of that movie depends on his standing at a urinal.
C amcorders might be the sleekest technology available. An increasing number of filmmakers use digital camcorders to shoot their films. We know the backstory of the camcorder in Blair Witch Project. But established filmmakers are adopting digital video technology as well. Spike Lee used nearly a dozen different Mini Digital Video camcorders to film Bamboozled. So maybe ail that separates you from Spike is about $1000.
Forget about the Australian outback and Jeff Probst: Belinda Carlisle is the original survivor. "I keep bouncing back from things." she says. "After the drugs and the ebb and tide of success in my life. I've had nine lives already." This cool cat's story, and one of the defining grrl-power moments, began more than 20 years ago in Los Angeles when Belinda and pal Jane Wiedlin formed an all-girl band called the Go-Go's. Inspired by the do-it-yourself attitude of Blondie and the Sex Pistols, the Go-Go's debuted i n 1978 at a Hollywood punk club. In those days Belinda sported a green do and dressed in garbage bags, belting out raw versions of future hits. Their first album. Beauty and the Beat, fueled by the early Eighties anthems We Got the Beat and Our Lips Are Sealed, is a classic of the all-female rock canon. Two more albums with hit singles. Vacation and Head Over Heels, followed, but squabbles over royalties and various substance-abuse problems drove the girls apart in 1985. "I think women have a harder time getting along in a group than men do." Belinda says. "Maybe that's a sexist thing to say, but emotions can run more intensely with a group of girls."
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, 41--42, 83--87, 120--122 and 167, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Getting crowded in your place, Mr. Hardcore Electronics Addict? Why sacrifice room for another new video game system when some of the latest stereos and TVs can be hung on the wall? Wave a hand in front of Pioneer's sleek new NS-33 stereo and the glass doors open, allowing access to the CD mechanism. A royal blue fluorescent display provides operation information. It's powered by two 20-watt speaker amplifiers and a 30-watt amp for the subwoofer. Fisher's Slim-2000 three-disc changer is built with three separate disc drives so CDs don't have to be shuffled for play. Install it in your bedroom and start the day with your favorite tunes via SureWake, an alarm that increases the volume over a 20-second period. Plasma TVs are a great way to get a big-screen TV in a room without giving up living space. Philips' 42FD9932 has a 42" display but it's less than 6" deep. The antireflective screen coating reduces glare for better picture quality. Tuck Sharp's LC-10A2U TV under a kitchen cabinet so you won't miss any of the big game while you grab a beer. The 10" LCD TV can also be mounted on a wall or set atop a table.