BRACE YOURSELF, THEY’RE NECKING: It had been a quiet night in Hingham, Mass. until the call came in about a minor four-car traffic accident at the intersection of Routes 3A and 228. For emergency technician Rudy Caparrotta, it was anything but routine. Caparrotta, 32, suddenly realized who one of the injured people was. “I sort of stepped back and did a double take, and she nodded,” was how he would describe it later. The woman was Cher, who had been returning from a day of shooting The Witches of Eastwick with boyfriend Josh Donen when their chauffeur-driven wagon was rear-ended by another car. Cher complained of a stiff neck. Caparrotta gave her a temporary neck collar. “Being a professional, I didn’t gawk,” he said. But he did get an autograph—on the brace, which Cher later left for him at the hospital. It reads, “To Rudy, Thanks a Million. Cher.”
CUTTING A MONSTER DEAL: The real bad guy in Sigourney Weaver’s superhit Aliens isn’t the monster mother who does what monsters are supposed to do in movies like this; it’s Burke, the yuppie middle-management slimeball who persuades Weaver to go back to the monster-infested planet. But mysteriously: The audience never actually sees what happens to Burke in the end. Paul (Diner) Reiser, who plays Burke, told the San Francisco Examiner that he doesn’t know either. “I’m completely convinced he talked his way out of the situation,” he says. “He had his agent call the alien’s agent and they probably made enormous amounts of money together.”
THAT KEEPS BROOKE’S HIP SIZE OUT OF THE PAPERS: Libby Lips, Brenda Starr’s archrival in Brooke Shields‘s new movie now shooting in Puerto Rico, is “wicked, evil, sinful, vindictive, malicious and nasty,” according to Diana Scarwid, who should know since she’s playing Libby. Scarwid, 30, says that Libby is “your typical reporter.” In fact Scarwid thinks this whole First Amendment thing has gone far too far. “Nothing is sacred anymore—like the size of Sarah Ferguson’s hips.” The movie is a reunion for Scarwid and Brooke, who last worked together in 1978’s Pretty Baby, when Brooke was 13 and Scarwid used to smuggle candy to her. Scarwid says Brooke is “still very much a little girl, just bigger. I don’t slip her Butterfingers anymore.”
NO BUSINESS LIKE ‘FRO BUSINESS: One of the world’s great natural wonders is the hair that climbs way up from the top of boxing promoter Don King’s head. It’s strictly one of a kind, and King says he didn’t do anything to get it like that. “I went to bed one day in 1971,” he says, “and I heard a rumbling in my head. I heard this ping, ping, ping. My hair began to stand up and my wife, Henrietta, poked me and said, ‘Look at your head. Your hair is half up and half down.’ The rest of the night it kept standing erect. When I tried to comb it the next day, it went snap, crackle, pop!” King says there’s more to it than just electricity: “I’m a religious guy, so I looked up the Scriptures and found out that it was an aura of God; the Lord did it to me.”
LATE-NIGHT LOVE INTEREST: One of the major goodies in Johnny Carson’s contract with NBC is that he gets 15 weeks’ vacation each year, which means that NBC is always searching for someone to sit in for him—especially with the defection of Joan Rivers. One newly named sub is Golden Girl Betty White, 64, who already has some job-related experience—she sat in for Jack Paar (in 1960) and Merv Griffin (1978 and 1979). White claims to have no idea why she was chosen to fill in for Johnny. “They must have been down to the W’s,” she jokes. Nevertheless, she does have a philosophy of how she wants to run things, and it’s vaguely reminiscent of her Sue Ann Nivens character from the old Mary Tyler Moore Show. “I’m going to have nothing but men on the show,” declares eligible Betty, “if I can get away with it.” Good luck.