For those who wonder how director David (Blue Velvet) Lynch defines the boundaries of bad taste, the answer can be found on the cutting-room floor. There lies a scene that the director of the Blue Movie of the Year describes as "too much." The outtake showed a woman with huge, burning breasts dancing in the background while Dennis Hopper and others obliviously played their roles. "It looked like her nipples were on fire," says Lynch. "Actually, it's just a trick she learned as a topless waitress." Ultimately, the intrusion bothered Lynch more than the illusion of burning flesh. As he explains, "It interfered with the action of the others."
Just when it seems that nothing nice can be said about exiled Haitian president Jean-Claude Duvalier, British squash pro Mark Moran manages to come up with a plus. "He never throws a racket," says Moran. Although that virtue may not get Baby Doc into heaven, it has placed him in good standing at the Mougins Country Club, near Cannes. "He's one of the most polite and courteous players we've got," observes Moran. Baby Doc, who lives with his family in a home owned by Saudi Arabia's Khashoggi family, tends to show up at the club alone and unannounced without any obvious security. Duvalier generally plays it low-key. As Moran attests, "None of us have been invited to his house for a party."
Stevie Wonder will play himself when he makes his soap debut Oct. 20 and 24 on ABC's All My Children. Susan Lucci and Wonder will croon I Just Called To Say I Love You as a duet, then Wonder will go solo with two of his old songs. The singer says he particularly likes the boldness of Lucci's character: "It's a challenge to cool a personality like hers down." As far as the steamy side of soaps, the boy Wonder has standards. "I will only let myself go so low," he vows. But the sky's the limit on a future in daytime dramas. "If the ratings go up real high," he says, "we'll have to N-E-G-O-T-I-A-T-E."
During a party scene in the new film Surrender, thugs break in and force the guests—including Michael Caine and Sally Field—to strip naked. The writers have Caine and Field slated to meet while being tied together and thrown in a closet. Neither star is known for showing flesh onscreen, but so far not a word or deed has been altered in the comedy. Field may have decided that she could do it if Caine was able.
The twosome on Al Jarreau's latest album, L Is for Lover, causes some buyers to think that Michael Jackson rose from his pressurized oxygen chamber long enough to pose with Jarreau. Not so. The Jackson lookalike is Rae Dawn Chong's half-sister Robbi Chong. Chong, 23, a model, says the mix-up goes way back: "When I was a little girl, I had an Afro. Everyone said I looked like Michael then, too."
"Don't drink and drive. It might cost someone an arm and a leg," warns a man on a local Los Angeles TV cable spot. This heartfelt caution comes from actor James Stacy, whose girlfriend was killed and whose left arm and leg were severed in 1973 when a drunk driver hit the motorcycle Stacy was operating. Stacy, who was nominated for an Emmy as best guest performer for a Cagney & Lacey episode, says, "I'm angry that there's not more education about alcohol. All the warnings about it are so wishy-washy. They usually air at 4 a.m., after people are home from drinking and driving."
Barbara Hershey's physical perfection conflicts with her part in Cannon's Shy People. With teeth too straight and skin too smooth to play a Louisiana woman who's been around the swamp a couple of times, Hershey needed to simulate some flaws. Director Andrei (Runaway Train) Konchalovsky commissioned dentists to make a set of chipped, cracked, overlapping teeth with lots of discoloration between them. The bill came to $2,700 for one set of rotten teeth and two spares. Still being perfected are Hershey's skin imperfections. Whatever did she talk about in high school?
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