This month, reality TV turns into fantasy. You know all about Fox TV's The Search for a Playboy Centerfold. The tribe spoke in ratings points, and while the proceedings got fiery, nobody walked away with anything worse than a tan. Now you're holding something hotter than a TV remote: the issue in which we unveil foxtress Lauren Anderson in all her unscrambled glory. Kneel, son: She's a prime-time queen and Playmate of the Month. To see how she got there—and who she edged out—turn to The Making of Fox TV's Search for a Playboy Centerfold. It was shot by Arny Freytag and Mark Edward Harris.
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Of all the wonderful things to keep under your desk, the Classic Mini-cooler may be the quietest. About 18 inches tall, it's thermoelectric (it doubles as a warmer), holds two six-packs and can be used at home, in a car or on a boat. It's perfect for days when you're just a little thirsty.
Because I was sick of him: "He was such a bore. Our dinner was excellent but the conversation was lacking. Something about his adventures as a taxi driver in the Eighties did little to impress me. He was good-looking enough, but he didn't have forever good looks (you know, the kind of face you want to wake up next to every day, as opposed to good enough for one night). I knew he liked me. He was stuttering and blushing. I didn't have any plans that night, Sex and the City was a rerun. I knew the only way to get rid of him was to sleep with him, to end it once and for all. We had sex. He was surprisingly well endowed and muscular, but he fucked and thrusted like someone unthoughtful and uneducated. No brains, all brawn. What a bore. He kept saying, 'I can't believe I am having sex with you!' Funny-I was thinking the same thing."-M.F., Tampa, Florida
Sean Penn had a wry smile on his face as he said, "I've got to confess: I guess I'm a hair actor." I was interviewing Penn onstage at the Santa Barbara Film Festival, and the audience laughed appreciatively. Having just watched a parade of film excerpts, it was clear what he meant. A number of talented actors feel it's important to look different in every movie they make. Billy Bob Thornton starred in three films that were released within just a few months of one another last year, and the difference was startlingly clear: from the old-fashioned salt-and-pepper coif of the Forties barber in The Man Who Wasn't There to the chameleon with rimless glasses in Bandits to the severe Southern persona of Monster's Ball. "It's not just because I enjoy looking different and playing different characters," Thornton told me. "The other thing is, there are a lot of superstars who the audience only wants to see portraying themselves. They allow me to do a little more. I can play a leading man or I can play another character. It seems to me you can get pulled into the story more if you don't watch the actor so much."
Making a successful movie is no small feat, but following a hit is even more difficult. Some call this the sophomore jinx. Steven Soderbergh had the world at his feet after his debut feature, Sex, Lies and Videotape, yet fans and critics turned their backs on his next film, Kafka, and only a fraction of the first movie's audience gave King of the Hill a chance, even though it's one of the great films of the Nineties.
Selma Blair. Currently On-Screen In:The Sweetest Thing. Next up is A Guy Thing with Julia Stiles and Jason Lee. If She Could be a Classic Hollywood Star, Who Would She Want to Be? "I'd probably be Veronica Lake. But I actually feel I resemble Lauren Bacall, and there's that whole side of me I keep down, because I started when the kiddie genre hit, and I'm clearly a woman and my voice is naturally very deep. I just like the strength and the wit of Lauren Bacall. She's been a real role model to me." Is It True She Almost Didn't Get to Co-Star in The Sweetest Thing? "They wanted a different actress, a much prettier actress, but fortunately she was saddled by morality. She didn't want to do 'that' scene [involving oral sex]. I went in and auditioned, and I'm the only one who brought a cucumber into the audition. I think they were very uncomfortable, but I figure if you're going to make this kind of silly movie, you can't be made uncomfortable by a cucumber." How Do You Choose What Movies to Make? "You thank God you're offered anything. I have been offered a lot of big ones, and had I taken them, I definitely would be able to live in a bigger house. But I need to be happy, I need to have fun, and I'm not necessarily out there looking to have a hit movie—God knows I do my share of little films like Kill Me Later and Highway. The truth is, I prefer working for a director whose focus is to elevate the work, or with actors I could have a good time with and learn from."
Changing Lanes Ben Affleck and Samuel L. Jackson star in a real Hollywood rarity: a challenging film about ethics, cloaked in the story of two very different men who come into each other's lives when their cars collide. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
Wu-Tang's 1994 video Can It Be All So Simple established Hype Williams as a major producer in the music video world. His subsequent work for Craig Mack (Flava in Ya Ear), LL Cool J (Doin It), Nas (Street Dreams, an homage to Scorsese's Casino), Busta Rhymes (Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See), R. Kelly (Half on a Baby) and Ja Rule (Holla Holla) continues his arc of innovation and whimsy. Palm collects The Videos on DVD, and they play like visual scratches.
Although he is the creator of the wildly popular Spawn comic book and its progeny, a onetime artist of such renowned superheroes as Spider-Man and the Hulk and the visionary behind a line of toys and action figures, Todd McFarlane doesn't gravitate toward comics-inspired cinema. "I'm not looking for special effects in my films, and I rarely go to action movies," he reveals. "I like movies about events that might really happen, particularly after drawing fantasy comic books for 12 hours a day. The Color Purple, Seven, The Usual Suspects, When Harry Met Sally, Braveheart, the Godfather films and The Insider are some of my favorites. Citizen Kane is still unbelievable from an artist's point of view, and so are Hitchcock's films. Those directors knew how to paint their canvases."
As demonstrated by the rush of 2002 Academy Award winners that are arriving on DVD this month and next, Hollywood studios are eager to cash in before the Oscar glow dims. In 2001, that strike-while-it's-hot imperative pushed Best Director winner Steven Soderbergh's Traffic onto the streets just a few months after its win (extras were gleaned mostly from publicity materials that supported the film's initial release). This fascinating exploration of that sisyphean folly known as the war on drugs deserved better, and it gets it on a new two-disc release from the Criterion Collection ($40). Soderbergh's film clocks in at nearly two and a half hours, lopping off three hours from the wonderful 1989 British miniseries (Traffik) that inspired it. With 25 deleted scenes (all feature director and Oscar-winning screenwriter Stephen Gaghan's comments), this disc affords considerable insight into the storytelling process. Three commentary tracks and additional features with the film's editor Stephen Mirrione, who also won an Oscar, complete the disc.
We found a part of this list in an Easter egg that's hidden in the Leaving Las Vegas DVD: "Ivy League Graduates Who have Portrayed Prostitutes in Movies." We filled out the list with a few degreed and pedigreed women who go to the head of this class.
Multitasking Department: Lisa Loeb did an in-store performance and baked a pie at a Tower Records in California. Dessert was served, Reeling and Rocking: Jennifer Lopez stars with Ralph Fiennes in Chambermaid, a romantic comedy.... Music performed by Hot Tuna's Jorma Kaukonen and Jack Casady is in the Dustin Hoffman-Susan Sarandon movie Goodbye Hello.... Scratch, a hip-hop documentary about DJs, went on tour with live acts and guest DJs.... Dick Clark will produce an hourlong weekly music show that debuts in the fall. Newsbreaks: An all-star tribute to Willie Nelson, with guests that included Dave Matthews, Emmylou Harris, Brian McKnight and Rob Thomas, will air on A&E later this year.... Christie's auctioned off Paul McCartney's unfinished manuscript of Hey Jude with notes by the song's subject, Julian Lennon.... Look for Vanessa Williams to star in Carmen Jones at the Kennedy Center in Washington, D.C. in the fall.... The O Brother troupe is touring, and Ralph Stanley recorded for T-Bone Burnett's new label.... The Sex Pistols weren't invited to Queen Elizabeth's golden jubilee, but they are reissuing God Save the Queen with the original artwork, a portrait of Elizabeth with a safety pin through her nose.
For a seemingly simple gut-bucket operation, the Eels come up with a remarkable variety of textures and moods on Souljacker (Dreamworks). They aren't afraid to beat a good guitar riff to death or mess around studio weirdness. It's sort of garage, sort of early electric blues, sort of psychedelic Beatles. There's nothing not to love here.
In Palm Beach Gardens, Florida a Roman Catholic bishop named Anthony J. O'Connell resigned from his post last March after he admitted to molesting a teenage male years ago. The molestation began when the 13-year-old came to O'Connell for help after being molested by two other priests. "I was confused," Christopher Dixon, now 40, said. "I was upset and didn't know what to do. He said he was trying to help me. He ultimately took me to bed with him. We were naked." Dixon reported the same kind of encounters occurred three or four more times over the next two years.
Every year the examiners at the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office scan applications sent in by the proud inventors of such novelties as audio-enhanced vibrators, nipple clips, clitoral suction devices, erection control systems, fingertip massagers, inflatable love dolls, artificial vaginas, Pyrex dildos and something with the wonderful appellation Vision of Love.
"Please note, sprinkler heads are not weight bearing. There is to be no cracking of whips outside the dungeon proper. Whips in the dungeon are limited to a size of no longer than five feet, measuring from handle to tip of popper. Total nudity is allowed only within the dungeon proper. Cleaning supplies are available throughout the dungeon. If you do a blood or other messy scene, please use a tarp or drop cloth."
In 1883 British explorer Richard Francis Burton and three others translated the Kama Sutra, the classic Hindu manual on erotic love. But two scholars say Burton's team made serious errors, including repeated mistranslations and the exclusion of a section about the G spot. (Predictably, they were most accurate in the chapter that describes various sexual positions.) This spring, Oxford University Press published what it says is a more complete and precise edition of the 13th century text, with explanatory notes. Meanwhile, the Kama Sutra cottage industry continues with a condensed version of Burton's edition and a kit that applies the book's lessons to tarot cards.
This we know to be true: In the early hours of July 6, 1986, fire fighters responded to a fire at a home in Paris, Illinois. It had been set in two locations. In a bedroom firefighters discovered the bodies of Dyke and Karen Rhoads. Dyke, lying near the door, had been stabbed 28 times. Karen, near the foot of the bed, had been stabbed 26 times. The wounds in each victim were up to six inches deep.
Fred Durst, lead singer of the rap-metal behemoth Limp Bizkit, is perched at the edge of the balcony of the Coliseum in Jacksonville, Florida, surrounded by clawing, pawing Bizkit heads. He's screaming Counterfeit, Bizkit's first single: "I should have never dropped my guard/ So you could stab me in the back." The crowd, high on the music and on whatever they may have ingested before the show, comes in for the crush. Durst's bodyguards do their best to hold back the throng, but there are fewer than a dozen of them versus thousands of fans. First, a feisty kid pushes his arm through and smacks Durst on the back. Then another snatches his trademark red baseball cap. Cornered, Durst contemplates his next move: He hoists his leg above the balcony railing and teeters over the edge. There's a 30-foot drop above the sweaty crowd.
The war on drugs has now gone on Three Times as long as Vietnam war, with no end in sight and no good reason to believe it can ever be won. Richard Nixon declared the war in 1971, and its aim, as stated Later by an act of Congress, was a drug-free society by 1995. If that is still the Objective, Plainly we have lost. In 1980 there were 50,000 people in custody for Drug-Related Crimes. Twenty years later, the number was 400,000. The price of locking up all those people climbed above $8.5 billion. In 1980 some 580,000 people were arrested on drug charges. Almost 1.6 million individuals were arrested in 2000 for alleged drug offenses, and some of them have, no doubt, joined the ever-expanding prison population. Nevertheless, drugs are more available, cheaper and purer in content than ever. Inevitably, the drug warriors say they are fighting hard but they don't have the resources. What they need is more money. In this sense, the war on drugs has come to resemble many other big-government programs and bureaucracies whose raison d'être cannot be found in any mission statement. Why? Because they are interest groups, and the real reason for their existence, their true mission, is to exist. And to grow. More often than not, the best way to grow is to fail.
Working with the big guys takes training to a level that can break your back and your heart. The trick is to get them slick and looking pretty-pretty because the pretty fighter usually makes more money than the grunt fighting with his face.
Celebrity boxing has taken its place alongside Mike Tyson as the only boxing topics the general public cares about. I was reminded of this when I got a phone call the other day from an ESPN radio producer. He wanted me to come on the Tony Kornheiser Show and talk about Fox' celebrity bouts. If time permitted, after we talked about the Brady Bunch actor versus the redheaded guy from the Partridge Family, we could turn our attention to Tyson versus heavyweight champion Lennox Lewis.
What's the first thing you do when you meet a woman-after checking out her vital stats, that is? You put her in column A or B. In column A are the girls you take home to ma, in column B are the babes you want to take, period. Nice girls look good on your arm, naughty girls look good bent over your couch. So the conventional wisdom goes, good girls don't, bad girls do-anything. But as one who straddles the line (so to speak) between the two, and as someone who likes to keep track of such things, I'm here to say it's often the good girls who are the kinkiest. Useful information if you play your cards right.
Hot, small sport compacts are rewriting the rules. Big is bad. Rear-wheel drive is old hat. The new thinking is front-wheel drive or all-wheel drive in machines influenced by rally cars and featuring air dams, fender flares and tail spoilers. Five- and six-speed manual gearboxes, immense brakes and trick alloy wheels come with the packages. The rationale for all this is simple. Married younger guys want a family car that says "I'm still happening." Singles want a car with room for double daters and luggage.
The Making of Fox TV's Search for a Playboy Centerfold
Reality TV gets a dose of the naked truth with Fox TV's Girl Next Door: The Search for a Playboy Centerfold, a two-hour special that followed 10 women as they vied for the chance to be a Playmate of the Month. After a nationwide search, 12 girls (two dropped out early) were chosen to room together and compete for the title. Fox cameramen trailed the women around the house for several days, shooting network TV fare as the girls got to know one another. We gravitated to the hotter fare at the Mansion. Some of the girls had tested for Playboy before and offered advice to the new girls on how to catch the photographer's eye. But could they be trusted? An interesting dynamic developed as the group was narrowed to three finalists. On the last night, when the lucky girls hit the town with Hef and his girlfriends, each knew this date was her last chance to impress. At the end, Hef presented the winner with a Playmate necklace as she was officially welcomed into the Playboy family. She appears in this issue as Miss July. Some of the footage was too hot for network TV, but viewers can see unedited content and behind-the-scenes action in the Cyber Club at Playboy.com.
Hollywood Knew what it wanted when it convinced director John Woo to leave his role as Hong Kong's most successful action director. It wanted violence—the stylized, balletic violence that Woo perfected in The Killer, Hard-Boiled and A Better Tomorrow. The violence that made him one of the most widely copied directors in the world. It worked. Woo turned his talents to such films as Broken Arrow, Face/Off and Mission: Impossible II and attracted stars like Tom Cruise, Nicolas Cage and John Travolta. The emperor of Hong Kong cinema became a box office ruler in America as well. Now Woo branches out into different territories. In Hong Kong, he not only directed action films, he also directed dramas, comedies and even operas. His newest film, Windtalkers, will be his first American drama. Based on real incidents from World War II, it stars Cage as a hardened GI assigned to guard a naive, idealistic Navajo who, with others from his reservation, has been recruited to transmit information in his native tongue—the only code the Americans used that couldn't be cracked by the Japanese. There will be artistic battle scenes, but Woo hopes the emotional story line will separate Windtalkers from the recent spate of Hollywood war flicks and show the public the director has more to offer than action films. It's a career gamble for Woo, but the 56-year-old is accustomed to taking risks. Growing up in Hong Kong, Woo fell in love with American movies, haunting theaters and stealing books about film. That taught him enough to get a low-level job in the Hong Kong film industry. At the age of 26—aided by a friend's inheritance—he directed his first film, The Young Dragons, a martial-arts movie (continued on page 148) John Woo (continued from page 104) that featured an early appearance by Jackie Chan. Woo spent the next decade churning out one unmemorable film after another—until he teamed with actor Chow Yun-Fat to make A Better Tomorrow. The film about Hong Kong Triad criminals and cops became the highest-grossing action film in Hong Kong history, and forged a partnership between actor and director that reminded many Americans of Martin Scorsese's relationship with Robert De Niro. It wasn't long before Hollywood took notice. Despite a decade of working in America, the diminutive Woo struggles at times with English, but is fluent in making motion pictures that complement his artistic vision.
There are two things you need to know: Last year's cool T-shirt is this summer's busted move, and you can never tell when you're going to run into the mermaid of your salty dreams. We don't care if you're heading out to the deep woods for two solitary weeks—the girl handling the fry machine at the last rest stop for 50 miles is checking out your stuff. And she's a better trophy than something that smells of mud and has a face like a lamprey. So pay attention to the grace notes like sneakers, shades and watches. Remember: The stylish guy always finds the keepers.
Some performers collect armloads of KJ awards every year. But Chris Isaak, a 46-year-old Stockton, California native, just hunkers down and does the work. To his amusement, the star of Showtime's Chris Isaak Show is finally receiving big-time kudos. He had a brief career as a boxer in Japan (where his nose was broken), forays into acting with small roles in Married to the Mob (playing a homicidal clown) and Silence of the Lambs (appearing as a SWAT commander) and years of fine-tuning his musical skills in clubs around the country. Then Isaak's profile took off with a monster hit, Wicked Game, which featured a sexy video co-starring supermodel Helena Christensen. He followed with several albums and videos, including a moderate success, Somebody's Crying, that caught critical attention but not the mass appeal of his initial hit. Isaak's good looks earned him a place on People's list of the 50 most beautiful people. He was a natural on the big screen in David Lynch's Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (portraying an FBI agent), Little Buddha opposite Bridget Fonda, Grace of My Heart, and That Thing You Do, directed by Tom Hanks. He appeared on television as himself on It's Garry Shandling's Show and The Larry Sanders Show and guest-starred on Friends, Melrose Place and the HBO ministries From the Earth to the Moon.
Once the Internet infiltrated the home, people began swapping TV time for computer time. While that's great for eBay, it's bad for mustsee TV In response, the consumer electronics industry is attempting to move computers from your home office to your living room. There your TV will talk to your PC and create a network in the same fashion many homes have connected computers to share a high-speed cable or DSL Internet connection.
The first things that you notice about model Adriana Karembeu are her stems, which are long enough to make other supermodels rip out their hair extensions. Adriana, who hails from Slovakia and stars in the international Wonderbra campaign, holds court in The Guinness Book of World Records as the model with the longest legs in the world. Take that, Cindy, Christy and Naomi. Turns out Adriana's superlative status in the tome is a result of happenstance. "They were measuring Nadja Auermann's legs because she's tall," Adriana says. "I'm tall, too, so they decided to measure mine. And mine were longer." To be exact, 1.24 meters long, and she's been flaunting them ever since. Adriana lived in Slovakia until she was 20, and though it sounds too trite to be true, she was discovered by a talent scout and invited to Paris to try her hand at modeling. "I didn't speak English, so I didn't understand what the scout was saying. Apparendly, he insisted that I enter a modeling contest. I won, and the prize was a plane ticket to Paris." Before that, Adriana had no aspirations to becoming a model. In fact, she was studying medicine at the University of Prague. After being discovered, she shelved the books. "In Slovakia, we were completely blocked from everything," she says. "We didn't have fashion magazines. Girls didn't think about being models. But I wanted to go to Paris. I asked my father and he said, 'Try it. If you don't like it, you always have a place to return to.'" In Paris, Adriana was floored. "In Slovakia, we were taught that everything in the West is bad. But once I got there, I thought, My God, it's not bad! I remember going to the supermarket and seeing the different kinds of cheeses and meats. I wished my parents could see it." After her first gig, a French catalog shot in the Bahamas, Adriana landed a slew of high-profile modeling jobs in Milan, Paris and New York, including runway shows for Yves Saint Laurent and Chanel. But most fans recognize her as the Wonderbra girl. So, does she sport one in real life? "Of course. If I'm wearing a nice dress and I want great cleavage, I wouldn't wear anything else," she says. Dressing sexy for her husband, French soccer player Christian Karembeu, is an integral part of Adriana's life. When the couple goes out, she wears elegant dresses that are so tight you can see her silhouette. And while she is taller than 6'1", she never forgoes high heels. "He's a bit shorter than me, but with his dreadlocks, we're about the same." At home, she cooks dinner for Christian while wearing lingerie-or less. "I like to make people, including my husband, go, 'Wow.' I enjoy turning heads." Consider ours turned.
You might think Australian pop singer Kylie Minogue came out of nowhere with her infectious dance track Cant Get You Out of My Head. It turns out she's a vet—overseas, she's better loved than Madonna. Where have you seen Minogue before? Think back to an era of big perms and spandex, when Minogue scored a U.S. hit with The Loco Motion. Then she seemed to disappear into pop oblivion. (We won't name the Pauly Shore movie she appeared in, which can't have helped.) Minogue, however, has fared better than other pop tarts on the shelf. She began acting at the age of 11 and achieved stardom in the Australian soap opera Neighbors. She has her own lingerie line, Love Kylie, and a figure at Madame Tussaud's wax museum in London. According to The Daily Telegraph, Tussaud staffers have been forced to dress her likeness in "robust" underwear "in an effort to reduce the damage being done by gropers." Still, Americans are just becoming sweet on her sugary cuts. After meeting Minogue at an awards show, Macy Gray said. "Love your song. Is it your first?" Minogue's latest release, Fever, debuted at number three on the Billboard 200 chart. She has appeared on Saturday Night Live. Check out her video, an MTV staple in which she wears a frisky hooded outfit that accentuates what's down under. She's like a crooning Victoria's Secret model who doesn't take herself too seriously. Fresh from a European tour, Minogue is making the TV rounds again in the revealing outfits we have come to adore. "People wonder how the dress in my video defied gravity," she says. "We had stuntmen and sticky tape. People say, 'You're not wearing anything!' I say, 'I'm wearing more than ever!'" Minogue has charmed everyone from singer Robbie Williams to Prince Charles. When she appeared at Williams' concert in a "slip of a thing, he lost it. The confidence was stripped away and he was, 'Unnghhh!' My regret about meeting Prince Charles is that I said the word penis. I said, I did a show with Sir Les Patterson and he got his penis out and chased me around.' Charles was laughing. The next day I woke up and thought, Oh God, I said penis to a prince!"
Madame Labonga and her talking Gazongas, Ladies & Gentlemen ... Let's hear it for the world's only ventriloquist stripper ... come on, take your hands out of your pants and give the little lady a long round of applause, waddya say?Good NightEd
Why You Should Feel Guilty About Boxing-and How to Beat the Guilt
Boxing is my guilty pleasure. When it's good (Muhammad Ali versus Joe Frazier or Sugar Ray Leonard versus Thomas Hearns), it's exhilarating art—ballet with blood. When it's lousy, it's grotesque burlesque and I hate it.
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