While contestants on Survivor: The Australian Outback struggled with nature and one another, the dilemma for male viewers was much simpler. It came down to the age-old question: Ginger or Mary Ann? The woman who quickly rose to the top of our desert island list is our cover girl, Jerri Manthey, who tossed her blue bikini into a drawer for her primal, nude pictorial by Arny Freytag. The tribe has spoken—and it sounds something like, "Yeehaw!" To prepare you for competing against the next set of castaways, our Surviving Survival package by Armin Brott (illustrated by John Schmelzer) is half handbook and half diary, gleaned from Brott's experiences at wilderness school. Read it and thrill your next date.
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Angelica Bridges may be the busiest model turned actress in the Western-Hemisphere. The former Baywatch heart-breaker busted her chops like a second Julianne Moore. Bridges was in six features this year, including The Least Likely Candidate, Do It for Uncle Manny, Vegas C.O.D. and this fall's Last Will, co-starring ER's Goran Visnjic. After her 1996 breakthrough on Days of Our Lives and a year on Baywatch, this Missouri redhead turned heads in a Brut commercial. Then came stints on shows like NYPD Blue, Cybill and That Seventies Show as well as Mystery Men. She's done various endearing characters and animal sounds on radio commercials. Attentive readers will recognize her from Playboy's July fashion spread—and hope there will be more Angelica to be seen in future issues.
By Lucinda Williams' exacting standards, Essence (Lost Highway), her fifth album since 1979, came quickly—three years after Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. Her critical renown has finally translated into an audience. Refusing to waste a word or melodic flourish, she mines the music of the South without compromise; her cracked drawl is all breath and yearning. Now in her late 40s, Williams packs a sexuality so intense you feel you'd best meet it halfway for safety's sake. Even so, the likes of I Envy the Wind, Steal Your Love and Essence might make you wonder if all that passion is worth the emotional cost. It is.
He made them an offer they couldn't refuse department: This past spring, during the height of The Sopranos season, Jon Bon Jovi switched places with his opening act at a benefit so that he could make it back to his hotel room to catch the show, explaining to the crowd, "I'm hooked." Yo, Jersey.
Can a Film about alienation avoid alienating its audience? Ghost World (United Artists) takes on that challenge with mixed results. Terry Zwigoff's first fictional film shares concerns and sensibilities with his memorable documentaries Louie Bluie and Crumb (R. Crumb and his wife, Sophie, contributed artwork to this movie). It's based on a comic book by Daniel Clowes, which the author adapted with Zwigoff. Thora Birch stars as a high school graduate who is completely detached from the world around her. Her best friend (Scarlett Johansson) is the only one who seems to share her sardonic worldview. When Johansson gets a job, the girls drift apart, and Birch becomes obsessed with geeky Steve Buscemi, and older iconoclast who lives in a world of 78-rpm record collectors. Although Birch maintains an aloof attitude toward humankind, she is naive and vulnerable. Her dilemma becomes the movie's as well: She's a well-drawn character, but it's hard to care about someone who refuses to be cared about. There are many telling moments in Ghost World, but it's a difficult film to embrace. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
Sequels are not a new idea; Hollywood has long subscribed to the theory that nothing succeeds like success. But in the past, success was more a case of wishful thinking than a sure thing. The moviegoing public recognized that sequels were rarely as good as the original pictures, and it behaved accordingly. (Remember Jaws 2? Police Academy 3? Friday the 13th Part IV?) Box-office returns seldom reached the amounts taken in by the earlier films, but executives convinced themselves that banking on a presold title was a safe investment.
Denise Faye. Now On-Screen: As the neighborhood temptress in American Pie 2.Why she's so happy about the movie: "All my scenes are with the boys—and, God bless them, I love them all. Everybody was respectful, and I felt comfortable." How she'll feel if this film makes her a sex symbol: "I think I would feel pretty good, but let me say it wouldn't be the first time. I did the Broadway show Chicago and on billboards all over New York I'm wearing nothing but black fishnets, pieces of leather covering my breasts and a lace wrap on my hips. I'm a dancer as well as an actress, so I love using my body. I'm proud of it." How she came to strip for Jon Bon Jovi: "It was a beautiful project, a short film called Destination Anywhere that Whoopi Goldberg and Demi Moore did. I play a stripper, the Queen of New Orleans. They extracted this particular scene and turned it into a music video that was, apparently, too racy for MTV back in 1997. It did show up on MTV and VH1, but it got most of its play all around Europe. I have to say, I like it very much, and stripping for Bon Jovi was a pleasure." Why she's so excited about the movie version of Chicago: "I'll be assisting the director, Rob Marshall. Before the Disney TV version of Annie, I had only been onstage or in front of the camera. I assisted Rob on Annie, and I was so proud and felt so creatively fulfilled. The chance of working with him again on anything is a thrill." Someone whose career she admires: "Sarah Jessica Parker, who does musicals, TV and movies—she has a career that I'd love, and she handles it so well. The more control you have of your vision, the better. Of course, it takes a certain notoriety to do that, but what a great thing to shoot for."
A.I. (Listed only) Haley Joel Osment stars as a sophisticated robot-boy in Steven's Spielberg's misbegotten science fiction film that Stanley Kubrick planned to make. The result is an uneasy mix of Kubrick and Spielberg, and it just doesn't work. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
Which is better, the book or the movie? We ask this because in September, Robert Ludlum's classic thriller The Bourne Identity will finally come to the screen, starring Matt Damon as the multilingual kung-fu expert amnesiac with microfilm implanted in his flesh. Matt Damon? The argument has started already.
Among the major directors that came of Hollywood age in the Seventies (Francis Coppola, Steven Spielberg, Martin Scorsese, et al.), Brian De Palma remains among the least critically beloved. David Thomson wrote: "De Palma has contempt for his characters and his audience alike, and I suspect that he despises even his own immaculate skill." Well, so what if De Palma does? At least he's given us a few dazzling landmarks, two of which recently arrived in widescreen Special Edition packaging from MGM: the 1976 horror gem Carrie, and the 1980 thriller Dressed to Kill. It features a "Slashing Dressed to Kill" segment that compares the X-, R- and G-rated versions of the film. Meanwhile, while fans of his hyperbolic Scarface (which is currently on DVD hiatus) will demur, Carrie may well be De Palma's best film. It is garnished here with documentaries of varying lengths—including longish pieces on the acting and visual effects, and Stephen King himself on the writing—plus a gallery of photos and a trailer.
As you're assembling your DVD library, consider the 13 films chosen by the Sundance Channel's Classic World Cinema From the Criterion Collection's inventory of restored landmark films. Sundance will broadcast these films over the summer, but look for the Sundance marker at your DVD store. The series includes Wild Strawberries, L'Avventura, Knife in the Water, Mr. Hulot's Holiday and Cleo From 5 to 7, as well as Nights of Cabiria, Grand Illusion and Seven Samurai. Think of these as the building blocks to a superb home video library.
"Favorite buddy movie? You mean, besides my own?" laughs Richard Donner, director of such contemporary buddy flicks as the Lethal Weapon series. "That would have to be the one where those guys drive the two truckloads of nitroglycerin down in South America—The Wages of Fear. William Friedkin remade it in the Seventies [and renamed it Sorcerer], but it was nothing like the original."
You have probably not read Bridget Jones' Diary, the best-selling novel about contemporary women by Helen Fielding, but you might have seen the movie, starring Renée Zellweger. (Not that you went voluntarily. Your significant other wanted to see it, and you knew there would be hell to pay if you refused to take her.)
My wife told me that my erection appears larger on nights with a full moon. I didn't believe her, so she measured me every night for two months. And, sure enough, on nights just before, during and after a full moon, I was half an inch longer. Have you heard of this before? Does it have anything to do with the moon's gravitational pull?—R.J., New York, New York
You have to wonder about the titles that she rejected. Was I, Doormat too blunt? Twelve Steps to Stepford too subtle? In any case, author Laura Doyle eventually settled on the perfect name for her unusual marriage manual: The Surrendered Wife. It has since sold more than 100,000 copies and become a mini movement.
The handwriting is impeccable, the sentences are short and to the point. For 60 years, from 1870 to 1930, Chicago bureaucrats entered the names and details of more than 11,000 "homicides and important events" into five notebooks.
"Pray for appropriate assignment of funding and for the administration and success of abstinence programs throughout the nation. Pray that the FDA's review of RU-486 will result in a reversal of the drug's approval. Pray that Congress will not be able to circumvent President Bush's latest action banning funding for overseas abortions. Pray for the elimination of the extra Planned Parenthood funding in the labor, health and human services appropriations bill."
This past winter, administrators at Mount Saint Mary's College and Seminary in Emmitsburg, Maryland demanded that the faculty advisor to the student newspaper review each article and editorial before publication. When the advisor, William Lawbaugh, refused to censor his students, the provost withheld a portion of his salary. Administrators cut the paper's funding, refused to pay the student editor's salary and accused Lawbaugh and his editors of embezzlement. An audit proved the charges to be unfounded.
Two, four, six, eight, don't come here to masturbate!" sounds like something the Moral Majority chanted back in the Eighties outside a porn palace, but the slogan was our battle cry for fair treatment on the job. We had formed a picket line outside the Lusty Lady, a San Francisco nude theater that employed us as dancers, to demand better working conditions and to organize the nation's first successful strippers' union.
When the performers at the Lusty Lady began making noises about a union, dancer Julia Query picked up her video camera. Working with filmmaker Vicky Funari, she created Live Nude Girls Unite!, an engaging firstperson account that won the audience award for best documentary at the San Francisco International Film Festival. The film is just out on video and DVD (phone 800-229-8575) and premieres in August on Cinemax.
The first time he saw heaven came hours after an entire generation fell in love with him. It was his first death, but it was only the earliest of many little deaths that followed. For the generation smitten, it was a powerful and binding devotion—the kind of love that, even as it begins, you know is ordained to break your heart.
Sascha Knopf took some knocks to become an actress. "When I was 10, I went to see an agent who told me I was too ethnic looking," she says. "She made me think I was ugly and weird, so I didn't pursue acting until college." The Long Island native graduated from high school early and attained a drama degree from NYU, but it was her exotic German Russian looks that got her a gig as the Vampirella comic book cover girl. "The fans loved me because I learned about Vampirella and was really into it," Sascha says. Her first movie role, in a cheapie called Blazin', was a different learning experience altogether. "The lead actor couldn't act and we had absolutely no chemistry," she admits. So who has the goods to ignite the screen with her? "Johnny Depp," she says. "There wouldn't be any acting involved—you might have to worry about it being pornographic!" Sascha continued busting her chops in independent fare such as The Trade, the Sopranos-esque Wannabes and the cult film Blackmale. "I find it more exciting to work on indie films because people are hungrier," Sascha says. Now she is breaking into big studio movies with a role opposite Danny DeVito and Martin Lawrence in this summer's What's the Worst That Could Happen? and a fantasy-figure turn in the Farrelly Brothers' Shallow Hal.
Survivor has done more than get big ratings and make an unlikely star out of Jeff Probst. It's given viewers plenty to fantasize about. There's the million-dollar prize, of course. The chance to share a lean-to with Colleen or Elisabeth. And there's that odd-looking Pontiac Aztec that seems more commonplace in the Outback than it does on any American street.
I am not crazy, no matter what people say. I have valid reasons for everything I did, and I am at peace. My complete story will never be told, but when my heart is stopped by Uncle Sam's pharmaceuticals, my spirit will ascend like a white balloon over the Wabash River and fly up to heaven. God will welcome me into his house, saying, "Well done, my good and faithful servant. You followed your beliefs and acted on them. You have been a steadfast patriot to your cause, and I hereby place you at my right hand."
Dalene Kurtis arrived in Los Angeles with a bang, but not the type she expected. Shortly before her photo shoot, the 23-year-old Apple Valley, California native found herself in a seven-car pileup on the freeway. "My car was totaled and my life flashed before my eyes," she says. "Ever since then I've been really grateful for the good things in my life." Dalene was driving home that day for her parents' anniversary in Bakersfield, California, where she grew up. "Being an only child made me a stronger person, but I definitely want at least two kids someday," she says.
With the pile of remote controls needed to operate your home electronics, there isn't room to put your feet up on the coffee table. One way to reduce your collection of controllers is to switch to a programmable remote that can learn your entire system. Philips' Pronto Pro TSU6000 has a full-color screen and is preloaded with codes, allowing it to master your home theater setup in seconds. But don't use this one as a beer coaster; the price is $1000. Users of Gemini's PROmote log on to the company's website and select the components they would like the remote to learn. The necessary codes are then beamed into the PROmote's infrared scanners through flashing light bars on the computer monitor. Some remotes are so smart they don't even need you to operate them. Proton's SRC-2000 has 12 built-in timers that can be set to start the big game just before you walk through the door.
The West Wing—Polls show that if President Bartlet were real, he would have won the election David Sheff drops by the set of Aaron Sorkin's hit for talk about tuned-in politicos, cast members who've kicked drugs and Allison Janney as the thinking man's pin-up. A wide-ranging Playboy interview with the cast and creators