You Know You've been at a good party when you stagger home in the morning and every dog in the neighborhood comes by to lick your fingers. And you know you go to a good party school when it's been named as such in the pages of Playboy. The honor, like a wet tongue on your hand, is a rare treat. The best-party-school tag is a campus legend--we even have a faq devoted to it on Playboy.com. Despite what you've heard, the 2002 roundup, Playboy's Top 25 Party Schools, is only the second list we've ever done. The lowdown on the throw-downs was compiled by Associate Editor Alison Prato.
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Gabrielle Union's first big-screen gig was the teen hit She's all That. Since then, Gabrielle has been all that and more. Best known as Isis, the captain of the East Compton cheerleading squad in Bring it On, she Currently plays a blind teenager in Welcome to Collinwood, starring George Clooney, and appears in the psychological thriller Abandon. Between her roles in 10 Things I Hate About You, Love and Basketball and The Brothers, Gabrielle found time to marry NFL running back Chris Howard. Next year, she will be even more in your face--not that you'll mind--appearing in her first leading role, in the romantic comedy Deliver Us From Eva, in the Jet Li/DMX action flick Cradle 2 the Grave and as the female lead in next summer's Bed Boys 2. We are feeling reformed already.
Mainstream rappers generate plenty of hot air, but real hip-hop continues to come from the street. The Downfall of lbliys (Day by Day) marks MF Grimm as a major talent. The beats are solid, but Grimm's wise lyrics are touched with genius. With Trinity (Priority), Slum Village delivers a taut expression of innercity rage.
Tops this month should be Red Dragon, the creepy prequel to Silence of the Lambs, starring Anthony Hopkins and Edward Norton. It is a remake of the 1986 Michael Mann-directed Manhunter (see below). The studio reportedly spent zillions on computer effects to shave decades off Hopkins' face and body.... Jackass: The Movie: Thrill seekers should flock to this big-screen version of MTV's stunt show. It promises extremes and gross-outs beyond what TV allows--like a Vasectomy Olympics.... Loftier doings brighten Frida, depicting the life of Mexico's brilliant bisexual painter Frida Kahlo, played by Salma Hayek (there's a hot scene of her masturbating while watching a stripper disrobe). Edward Norton plays Frida's husband, muralist Diego Rivera.... The Ring is an Americanized version of a Japanese smash that's like The Blair Witch Project. A journalist tracks the various recipients of a bizarre videotape and finds they all died within a week of watching it. Naomi Watts from Mulholland Dr. stars.... Speaking of nasty doings, Auto Focus is all about how TV's blandly handsome Bob (Hogan's Heroes) Crane spent his off-hours trawling strip joints and videotaping himself screwing hundreds of women, staging orgies and having sex with a creepy bisexual played by Willem Dafoe. Greg Kinnear portrays Crane.... Knockaround Guys is the muchdelayed film starring Vin Diesel, who shot it long before he was earning upwards of $10 million a movie.... In Gerry, Matt Damon and Casey Affleck play hikers lost in the desert. They improvised all 103 minutes, payback to Gus Van Sant, who got Damon going with Good Will Hunting.
I really wanted to like Welcome to Collinwood, a quirky, low-key comedy directed by Anthony and Joe Russo. Steven Soderbergh and George Clooney produced the movie (and Clooney took a small part) because they liked a student film by the Russos and decided to back them in their Hollywood debut. The brothers obviously have talent, but this remake of the classic Italian caper Big Deal on Madonna Street doesn't quite work. Set in a grimy Cleveland neighborhood where time has stood still for the past 50 years, its gallery of losers and dreamers who try to pull off a big-time heist is brought to life by William H. Macy, Michael Jeter, Sam Rockwell, Isaiah Washington, Gabrielle Union, Andrew Davoli, Luis Guzmán and Patricia Clarkson. Everyone gets an A for effort, but the results are slight at best. Tellingly, the biggest laugh comes from a sight gag that replicates the 1958 movie.
There's nothing new about the idea of remakes. Cecil B. DeMille remade his The Squaw Man twice and is the only man who made the Red Sea part two times, in the 1923 and 1956 versions of The Ten Commandments.
The Banger Sisters Goldie Hawn and Susan Sarandon are great fun to watch as former groupies who meet again after 20 years, after their lives have taken divergent paths. The story won't stand up to scrutiny, but this entertaining fluff is a perfect vehicle for its stars. Geoffrey Rush costars.
Patricia Clarkson. Currently on screen in:Welcome to Collinwood, and Emmy nominated for her guest-star-ring role on Six Feet Under.Most highly praised: For her extraordinary performance as German actress Greta Krauss in High Art (1998). Can she watch herself? "I have enormous trouble doing that. I love doing the work, I love shooting the movie, preparing the character, but once it's done, I end up being very critical of myself. Eventually, you have to watch yourself so you can get better." What was it like doing scenes with Jack Nicholson in The Pledge? "It's kind of what you would expect, because he's so relaxed, so in the moment and so alive." You're Adventurous in your choices--you play a wide range of characters in all kinds of films. "That's what I like. You know, you can only map out so much, and that's the beauty of film; it all happens right there, and that's the excitement I love, never knowing what's going to happen that day." What comes with being on a high-profile Tv show like six feet under? "I couldn't really go anywhere. I was stopped on the street by a man who wanted to talk about Aunt Sarah. It's incredibly flattering." Having grown up in new orleans, did you have to work hard to lose your accent? "I went to Yale Drama School, and they pound it out of you! I have to be careful, because sometimes it will come back, and when I'm doing a Southern character, as I am in David Gordon Green's new movie, All the Real Girls, I just let it all hang out."
Andrew Davis (The Fugitive), whose thriller Holes is due out in December, enjoys American classics from the Sixties, as well as Seventies European art-house films. "I love Dr. Strangelove and Tom Jones," says Davis. "I started as a cameraman, so I'm a fan of Haskell Wexler's Medium Cool, which is about a cameraman at the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago. And I enjoy early European films such as Bertolucci's The Spider's Stratagem; Lelouch's Happy New Year and The Emigrants with Liv Ullmann and Max von Sydow."
If cinema had its prescient way, we'd all be mindless cogs in a corporate machine ruled by apes. Hey, wait a minute.... In any case, next month's release of Minority Report reminds us that the future ain't what it used to be.
Produced in a frenzy, yet so perfect that it remains the gold standard among rock-and-roll movies, A Hard Day's Night returns to DVD (Miramax, $30) in a two-disc set that's sure to rank among the highlights of the holiday season. Director Richard Lester's quasi documentary depicting the Beatles in their frantic first days on U.S. shores has been cleaned up and remastered for this release. And the classic soundtrack is presented for the first time in Dolby Digital 5.1. The set features a new documentary (Things They Said Today) that includes dozens of interviews with people who worked on the film, from Lester and cinematographer Gilbert Taylor to actors whose bit parts in the film remain high points in their careers. Behind-the-scenes footage and photos include shots of Paul McCartney's lost solo scene with British actress Isla Blair. Disc producer Martin Lewis even corralled hairdresser Betty Glasow, who tended to the Fab Four's famous mop tops.
Cumming Soon ($20, from Trash Palace, trashpal ace.com) presents 30 theatrical trailers that advertise classic XXX movies of the Seventies in one orgiastic 74-minute DVD. No teasing previews here. There are explicit money shots in all of them, though we lost count after 69. The collection captures porn in all its grind-house glory, with campy narration, lurid go-go music, lovely all-natural breasts and more pubic hair than anyone's seen in eons. The only things missing are the plots, if there ever were any. Eruption, Deep Throat, Pastries, Cherry Truckers--they're all here, along with John Holmes, Linda Lovelace, Harry Reems and others.
Inside our cavernous Chicago photo studio, a lithe model named Kori is stepping out of her pink panties while Tommy Lee snaps photos. The Motley Crue drummer turned solo artist has seen some of the most gorgeous women in the world naked--including Pamela Anderson and his current squeeze, Mayte Garcia--but when Kori's clothes come off, he breaks into an enormous grin. "Is Playboy looking for any staff photographers?" he asks. Lee has a history of run-ins with tabloid shutter-bugs, but when playboy.com asked him to get on the other side of the lens, he said, "Hell, yeah!" faster than a paparazzo jumps out of the bushes. Lee, who was in Chicago on his recent tour, is the third rock star to sign on as a celebrity guest photographer for playboy.com, joining Marilyn Manson--who photographed his girlfriend and Playboy model Dita Von Teese--and Bret Michaels of Poison. Lee wasted no time getting comfortable on the set. "That's hot," he said, as Kori disrobed. "This is fucking off the hook." After his shoot, Lee pulled away in his stretch limo and yelled, "That didn't suck!"
As You Know, our intelligence agencies and military forces do not have a firm grip on the multiple threats that terrorism presents to our American way of life. The institutions designed to protect us from our enemies (both foreign and domestic) are in failure mode, and something has to be done about it. If you stick with me, however, you will learn that our problems have just been solved, because Ace the Base is on the case.
[Q] I dropped $400 on Enzyte, a product that claims it can increase the size of a man's penis by an average of 24 percent. It goes so far as to instruct the user to discontinue use if he gets too big for his lover's vagina. I used a full dose for about three months and saw no change. How can this company advertise such great results? Doesn't the government regulate claims like these?--T.R., Seattle, Washington
In the early Nineties the logging community of Vernonia, Oregon (population 3000) decided it had a drug problem. The student body was in a "state of rebellion fueled by alcohol and drug abuse, as well as misperceptions about the drug culture." The alleged problem was disruptive and explosive.
Zero-tolerance policies in schools have always been a joke. They lead to suspending students for using mouthwash (because it contains alcohol) or fingernail clippers (because they have tiny files), carrying asthma inhalers or leaving tools or kitchen knives in vehicles parked in the school lot. Randy Cassingham has been documenting--and we've been clipping--examples of such abuses for years in his column, "This Is True" (thisistrue.com). One reader, a mother in Los Angeles, sent him the photo of the toy (opposite page) that earned a suspension for her seven-year-old son.
Earlier this year, a federal appeals court ruled that an eight-year-old schoolgirl should not be forced to say the Pledge of Allegiance, because the words under God are unconstitutional. Written in 1892 by a Baptist minister, the original pledge did not contain the phrase; it was added in 1954 at the height of the war against godless communism. Other special interest groups have since fiddled with the text. Some right-to-lifers pledge liberty and justice for all "born and unborn." Some liberals say "equality, liberty and justice for all." Here are other options:
"What is so monstrous about a sex-crazed girl?" That's the question Emily White tackles in Fast Girls: Teenage Tribes and the Myth of the Slut. The author posted this query in a syndicated advice column: "Are you or were you the slut of your high school?" More than 100 girls and women responded. White's book explores the destructive process by which American teens project their sexual confusion on to innocent bystanders. Once ostracized (often because they developed breasts early or dressed differently), her subjects became the stars of far-fetched stories about train jobs and locker-room gang bangs. Some responded by embracing the role, others suffered in silence. This sort of sexual stereotyping is not limited to high school. White notes that commentators such as Dr. Laura Schlessinger identify women either as mothers or as sluts. Teenage boys can be victims too--the weak are labeled as faggots. White writes that "Boys who are deemed the fag find themselves at the receiving end of unpredictable violence and detailed rumors fabricated from a weird collective sexual ignorance."
Willie Nelson--looking exactly as we have come to expect him, with waist-long hair tied in braids, red bandanna, dusty jeans and sneakers--is in Honeysuckle Rose III, his tour bus, before a sold-out concert at Harrah's Casino near Lake Tahoe, Nevada. Nelson spends more time on the bus than he does at his 700-acre ranch near Austin, where he has a golf course and a recording studio. He's no homebody. After all, he's the guy who wrote "I just can't wait to get on the road again."
Rohan Gunaratna's interest in Al Qaeda began with a series of visits to Pakistan in 1993. Since then he's become the world's foremost expert on Islamist terrorism. The Sri Lankan native has interviewed more than 200 Al Qaeda members and has written six books on armed conflict. From 2000 to 2001 he served as principal investigator for the United Nations' Terrorism Prevention Branch. A consultant on terrorism to governments and corporations, Gunaratna travels extensively, this summer shuttling between the U.S., Singapore and Scotland, where he is a senior research fellow at the University of St. Andrews' Center for the Study of Terrorism and Political Violence. His extraordinary new book, Inside Al Qaeda (Columbia University), demonstrates his profound understanding of terrorist mechanics. A surprise best-seller, it's already regarded as the definitive work on Al Qaeda. Behind his gentle demeanor and even-handed scholarship, Gunaratna is unsparing in assessing the threat of Al Qaeda. This past summer he visited Playboy's Chicago offices and painted a disturbing picture of our domestic security in a conversation with Leopold Froehlich.
Let's start with the good news. The women this year had a blast, often with one another. In Frida, about the Mexican painter Frida Kahlo, Salma Hayek explored Ashley Judd's epidermal canvas. And in Kissing Jessica Stein, Jennifer Westfeldt played a comely Manhattan journalist who discovers, to her complete surprise, that her bad luck with men might be based on her attraction to women. Denise Richards and Aunjanue Ellis had the year's hottest, slyest, funniest girl-on-girl shower scene in Undercover Brother. And only producerly cowardice kept us from the spectacle of some of fiction's most iconic heroines in a Sapphic embrace. Reportedly the body-switching scene in Scooby-Doo, in which the identities of the Mystery Inc. investigators were zapped into one another's bodies, originally included a part in which Daphne was kissing Velma, which would have been hot! But the producers apparently didn't feel they could spend a week saying, "No! What? Who? What? No!" with sufficient conviction.
Tiff was into hardware. That fact became clear the moment I saw her bedroom. There was what appeared to be the chopper handlebars from a girl's Schwinn, from the mid-Seventies, complete with bubblegum-pink handgrips and plastic streamers, mounted with industrial lag bolts to the wall, just above the headboard. Maybe that should have tipped me off. But the barbell through the clit, making its appearance about an hour after the handlebars, was a little more than I'd bargained for.
When we ask Serria Tawan if her first name has any special meaning, she thinks for a moment. "Yes, it means 'beautiful, gorgeous, sexy one'--in Serria's world," she says, then laughs. "Seriously, my father was trying to name me Sierra, like Sierra Nevada. My mom thought it was too common and put a spin on it." Serria grew up on the South Side of Chicago and moved to Los Angeles two years ago to pursue an acting career. "Chicago has these popcorn shops that you can smell from a few blocks away," she says, sighing. "Butter, cheese, caramel, toffee, fudge--nothing in it is good for you. That's what I like! I want to open a shop like that in Beverly Hills someday." The 24-year-old graduated from college with a degree in finance and is a licensed securities broker. "Being a broker is acting," she says. "You're trying to convince your customer to feel comfortable with you. You just can't win an Oscar for it." After landing small parts in several films, Serria became interested in Playboy when she worked with Playmate Daphnee Duplaix on the set of The Parkers. She recently finished what she calls an "action-packed chick flick" script and got partial funding for a screenplay she wrote with Drugstore Cowboy scribe Daniel Yost. "I write short stories and keep a journal that I want to make into a book eventually," she says. "My journal is like a girlfriend--someone I can talk to all the time."
Lou Dobbs, the silver-haired anchor of TV's number one financial news program, CNN's Moneyline News Hour, is in the center of the biggest news story of the season. It's Dobbs, not Tom Brokaw, who provides the deepest coverage of the fraud, swindles and greed at some of America's stalwart corporations that shocked the economy. When yet another scandal was revealed, he wrote, "As if the Enron, Merrill Lynch, Xerox, RiteAid, Qwest, Dynegy, Global Crossing, Tyco and ImClone scandals weren't enough, the World-Com disgrace offers irrefutable proof that corporate America became rife with corruption toward the end of the longest economic expansion in our history." Unless the politicians do something, Dobbs warned the Dow Jones Industrial Average--nearly 12,000 in 2000--will fall to 5000.
We'd like to meet the sassy 20-year-old trend tracker who persuaded all the liquor companies to push bottled malt beverages. Everybody knows that the quality of a cocktail depends on its ingredients. That goes for the simplest of drinks--a cuba libre is better than an ordinary rum and Coke just because of the squirt of fresh lime. And that's why there are bartenders. So it's baffling when drink manufacturers bottle cocktail-like concoctions, but there is an explanation, and it has everything to do with club cool. For one thing, you can't dance with a highball glass of vodka and tonic in your hand. Hell, it's hard enough just to bob your head without spilling. (That's why clubs don't serve draft beer.) According to U.S. liquor laws, the new bottled drinks are in the category of flavored beers. That's right. Even though they carry familiar names like Stolichnaya, Smirnoff, Sauza, Jack Daniel's, Captain Morgan, Bacardi and Skyy, these potions don't contain liquor. Apparently, to qualify as malt beverages and to be advertised on TV, the alcohol must be brewed, not distilled. Smirnoff recently took over an old Pabst Blue Ribbon brewery in Fogelsville, Pennsylvania to meet the demand for its Ice (which has already made a sizable dent in the American beer market). Still, most bottled drinks are intended to taste like familiar hard-alcohol favorites--a watered-down kamikaze, a mule, a Jack and Coke. Some are better than others. The ones that we like the best, the driest ones, are Skyy Blue, Stoli Citrona and Smirnoff Ice. For an extra kick, you can toss in a shot of the real thing. Give the "malternatives" extra credit for their television ads, which are sly pitches to clubgoers. Consider this one: Two chuckleheads are at the bar of a club, listening to a Brazilian pretty boy wow a gaggle of eurotrash models. The boys at the bar pull their scam: "Sergio? From Rio?" they say. "You know Sergio!" says the Brazilian excitedly. Our boys have instantly elevated themselves to the level of steakheads (a cut above meatheads) with this brainy ploy to get in on the good life. Bottles of Smirnoff Ice are raised and a legendary night of partying ensues, complete with a private jet and--like Jan and Dean sang--two girls for every boy.
At 3:10 A.M., Barry Chow looked like he was about to pass out. Three empty martini glasses sat on the felt in front of him. He leaned forward on both elbows, staring at his cards. Truth be told, his name wasn't Barry Chow. It was Kevin Lewis. And he wasn't drunk. The splotches on his cheeks had been painted on. His pile of chips--$30,000 worth--wouldn't impress the people who knew him well. They'd be more interested in the ratty duffel bag under his chair.
When he dons the blue-and-gold Rams uniform with number 28 on it, Marshall Faulk is transformed into our newest superhero--Total Yardage Man, a bolt of lightning and a rumble of thunder. The NFL's Most Valuable Player in 2000 and its Offensive Player of the Year for the past three seasons, Faulk is at times a sylph, at other times a battering ram. Last year the six-time Pro Bowler became the first player in NFL history to gain more than 2000 yards from scrimmage four straight seasons. In 1999, he compiled a record 2429 total yards. In 2000, he set another record, for touchdowns, with 26.
Kristy Swanson has the look that kills. It must have helped her get the part as Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the movie that started the Buffy phenomenon. At the time, Kristy was something new--beautiful, smart and athletic. She's glad to have helped pave the way for the TV show. "When it came out and it was successful, I was thrilled. During that era, there were no shows on the air where girls had a heroine to look up to--a Nancy Drew sort of character, like I grew up with. So I thought it was a great thing."
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 23--30, 32, 33, 47--48, 110--111, 116--119 and 163, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Last year, the two best-selling automobiles in America were the Honda Accord and the Toyota Camry. Together, both of these models sold about 800,000 units. The average retail price per car is slightly more than $21,000, so the Camry and the Accord generated almost $17 billion in revenue. To give you a reality check on these numbers, movie ticket sales in 2001 came to about $8.3 billion. Video games were about $10 billion. The Accord and the Camry aren't simply sales-volume leaders, they are an industry.
La Vita Dita--Dita Von Teese is a 21st century bettie page, a pin-up girl with startling curves and a boyfriend named Marilyn Manson. Did we mention she's Hollywood's fetish diva? Our kinky gift to you for the holidays