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...biographies of the subjects, the Party Jokes page to close the section. The first star Playmate was Janet Pilgrim (July and December 55), a Playboy employee whose name stayed on the masthead for a decade or so as readers? liaison. She cued the notion of the Playmate as hometown houri: not a showgirl or call girl but the girl next door (or next-office), the succulent embodiment of ordinary Americana. The job of posing for a girlie magazine was now not a shame for a young woman but a kind of honor, like being chosen Homecoming Queen. What John Skow...
...which is still nothing to Hollywood accountants. This time it's called Desperado. The avenging guitarist is played by actual movie star Antonio Banderas, but he's still a reluctant gunaholic. ("Bless me, Father," he confesses, "for I have killed quite a few men.") Salma Hayek, a Tex-Mex houri with soulful eyes and bosoms till Tuesday, is the sex interest. And Living in Oblivion's Buscemi drops by to give Desperado the Indie Seal of Approval...
...Dracula's would-be bride for all of eternity, Ann Sachs is a delectably enticing houri in a negligee, or a slinky gown that might well pass for a negligee. Looking much like a vapid blonde flapper out of a 1920s perfume advertisement, she exudes a musk of sensuality that obviously makes Dracula yearn for more than blood. The rest of the cast is exemplary, and the sounds of baying offstage hounds are ear-tingling. But the show belongs first, last, and almost always to Gorey and Langella...
...fantasies of his prevailingly middleclass, middle-aged audiences. Mar vin (Jack Weston) has come West to celebrate the bar mitzvah of his nephew and been given the surprise present of a blonde hooker (Leslie Easterbrook). After a night of amnesiac pleasure, Mar vin wakes to find this houri, a vodka overachiever, comatose...
...like Delacroix 80 years before him, fell in love with its Moorish seraglios and sultry colors. He let his brush line course over his canvas like an enchanted cobra. His arabesques were forever caressing a woman's contours as he painted the harem dream, the half-naked houri sprawled in diaphanous pantaloons, the odalisque sinking into an interlace of poufs, screens and rugs. To charges that he was painting erotic nudes, Matisse replied: "It is not a woman; it is a picture...