05/21/1984 at 01:00 AM EDT
Comes With the Territory
Bea Gasman of Academy Clothes, near Studio 54 on Broadway, doesn't usually take orders for special garments without a down payment. But a few months ago she made an exception when Dustin Hoffman and his pal Arthur Miller, whose Death of a Salesman Hoffman is doing on Broadway, walked in and admired a red satin top hat in the window. Dustin said he wanted the $100 hat for use off the stage and asked Mrs. Gasman to order one in his size. Handing her his card, he told her to call his office when it arrived. Well, the hat's in and Mrs. Gasman called Dustin's office but he hasn't come in to get it. Dustin wears a size 7¼ hat. Anyone else interested?
Turn on the Fans
During 1983's sizzling August, some 50 Washington, D.C. civil servants and business-types formed a fan club that fits the Capitol's climate: they study, see and love the 1981 film Body Heat. Club president Royelen Boykie, 26, sends a newsletter called Hot Flash to 200 subscribers and leads the club as they write their own film noir, inspired by Body Heat. Last January they raised about $50 by auctioning off the types of objects that made the movie famous: silk sheets and wind chimes. But they still haven't asked the film's stars for a guest appearance. Explains Boykie, "We just know that Bill Hurt wouldn't be interested in us, and, frankly, the men in the club are too threatened by Kathleen Turner to even think of calling her."
Float Like a Butterfly
The typically levelheaded Dutch have flipped right out of their wooden shoes for that most foolish prime-timer, NBC's The A-Team. So taken are they with the show that the Dutch royal family even had the cast come to visit. Met at the airport by a crowd of 15,000, as large as the Beatles attracted in 1964, the actors spent their three-day trip surrounded by A-Team addicts. Thousands stood on rooftops, perched in trees and caused traffic jams just to catch a glimpse of their heroes. "I have played football, but never in my life have I been pushed and kicked like here," admitted Dwight "Murdock" Shultz, who lost his lucky cap to one grabby fan. Stunned by crowds in Amsterdam, Mr. T couldn't think of anything coherent to say. Still euphoric during a canal boat ride, he yelled Ali-style to throngs lining the waterway, "I am the greatest!" No one offered an argument.
Loot From the Lot
George Lucas gave $5.7 million, Steven Spielberg and Johnny Carson each gave a million, and Jack Nicholson also gave a sizable hunk of money. The cause, appropriately, is a new cinema and television complex at the University of Southern California. At an auction to raise even more money for the school, writer/director John (Conan the Barbarian) Milius reminisced about his film school classmate Lucas. "We were very bad," remembers Milius. "We were the ringleaders of trouble. But I always got caught and George got away." George got away from the auction too. He and Spielberg (who was rejected by the school way back when) went instead to a screening of their upcoming Raiders sequel, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. So some film students decided to be very bad too. They scooted off to Lucas' L.A. office, stole his employee parking sign and auctioned it off for $450.
The Price Is Right
David Lee Roth, lead singer of pop music's Van Halen, celebrated one heck of a profitable leap year with the current top-of-the-charts album, 1984. David likes that opulent feeling. As he told the Toronto Globe and Mail while on tour in Canada, "A girl said to me the other night, 'David, you know, you cannot buy love with money.' And I thought for a second and I said, 'You know you're absolutely correct—but you can damn sure park the yacht right next to it and walk over.' "