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almie’s Safari: sienna miller<br />
By ALmie rOse vAzzAnO<br />
Who is Sienna Miller? Three<br />
years ago, your guess was as good<br />
as mine.<br />
Her first appearance in America<br />
was in the short-lived Fox drama,<br />
“Keen Eddie.” For those of us who let<br />
that program slip by, “Layer Cake” in<br />
2003 was our introduction to Sienna<br />
Miller, potential movie star.<br />
But it was the Alfie remake that<br />
took Sienna Miller to new levels; at<br />
least two: Jude Law’s paramour, both on and off screen. Each week<br />
raised the question: are they together, or not together? To which<br />
at least seven people awaited the answer with baited breath.<br />
I cannot think of another actress who has shot to fame based<br />
solely on who she dated and what she wore – two topics that US<br />
Weekly savored like a fine vintage wine. Ms. Miller is practically<br />
on every other page of the glossy magazine, praised for her<br />
daring use of vests or selection of boot. We can blame her for the<br />
paradoxical “boho chic” that swept our coasts, a look that Ms.<br />
Miller now loathes.<br />
Now the twenty-four year old stars as 60s casualty Edie Sedgwick<br />
in the upcoming film Factory Girl. But just as exciting as this new<br />
role is the opportunity to create a sensational new look: Thoroughly<br />
Modern Miller. Painting the town red in bold patterns and an even<br />
bolder bob, Sienna seems to say, “I look smashing and I know how<br />
to turn black tights into an entire outfit.”<br />
But who are you, Sienna Miller, sudden star of the screen and<br />
America’s heart? And how are you a British celebrity considering<br />
you were born in <strong>New</strong> York City? (Let us notice that her last name<br />
is about as American as it gets).<br />
Sienna Miller is as British as Madonna, yet I love and embrace<br />
her just the same. And not because she is thin, beautiful, successful,<br />
thin, beautiful, and successful, but because for an actress of her<br />
stature and thin, beautiful success, she has a rollicking good<br />
sense of humor; on her body she commented: “I’ve lost weight<br />
and my boobs have gone, they’re just clinging on for dear life.”<br />
Ms. Miller, I salute you.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ater review: “Lenny<br />
Bruce...in His Own Words”<br />
By nOrA cOsteLLO<br />
In the new one-man show produced<br />
and directed by Joan Worth and<br />
Alan Sacks, Jason Fisher stars as<br />
the tortured revolutionary-cumcomedian,<br />
Lenny Bruce. Via<br />
Bruce’s routines, the 70-minute<br />
performance follows a loosely<br />
woven chronology of his career.<br />
Within the first five minutes of the<br />
play, Fisher as Bruce peers into the<br />
audience and asks, “Are there any<br />
niggers here tonight?” <strong>The</strong>n, after<br />
a beat, “Oh, there are two niggers.<br />
And between those niggers I see<br />
a kike.” Bruce, a self-proclaimed<br />
“Semitic,” continues in this vein<br />
using every racial slur there is,<br />
eventually incorporating them all<br />
Jason fisher stars as Lenny Bruce. into a singsong riff of gibberish.<br />
<strong>The</strong> next 40 minutes of the performance touch on the Pope,<br />
church, Hitler, and race to give the audience a sense of Bruce’s acts.<br />
Soon thereafter, though still in the form of stand-up comedy, the<br />
performance arcs and Fisher morphs into a criminalized Bruce,<br />
becoming more unglued after each bust, his routine turning more<br />
political with a deeper critique of the country. As he is arrested<br />
repeatedly for obscenity, Bruce poses to us the question of “the<br />
meaning of obscenity”.<br />
<strong>The</strong> last fifteen minutes are touching without being sappy as Bruce<br />
explores the “obscenity” of humanity, and much of what Bruce touches<br />
on is shockingly relevant today. Lenny Bruce envisioned himself as<br />
a jazz musician and used his voice as an instrument. Fisher captures<br />
this brilliantly, his nasal tone riffing to a rhythm set by his pacing<br />
back and forth, rubbing his thumb against his index finger. His voice<br />
staccatos and stutters, conveying the immediacy embedded in jazz<br />
music. Fisher’s shifts between characters are smooth and seamless,<br />
and within each persona we still see and hear Bruce underneath.<br />
Though the dated material is still resonant today, Bruce pushed the<br />
envelope of social critique more than any other comedian to date. By<br />
implementing obscenities, he made a heart-wrenching commentary<br />
on the obscenity of the nation. In a tiny theatre covered with kitsch<br />
and knickknacks (the audience sat in car seats, complete with seatbelt<br />
buckles) on a small black stage, (empty aside from a table, a stool, an<br />
ashtray and pack of Marlboro reds), Fisher owns his audience.<br />
playbill.com<br />
Lenny Bruce: in His Own Words<br />
opened January 30 and is playing at the Zipper<br />
<strong>The</strong>atre (336 W. 37 Street) through February 25.<br />
edie sedgwick Honored at Gallery exhibit<br />
By stePHAnie nOLAscO<br />
Gallagher’s Art and Fashion Gallery honored the<br />
late 1960s pop art muse Edie Sedgwick by not only<br />
celebrating the 30th anniversary of Ciao! Manhattan,<br />
an underground film encircling Sedgwick’s chaotic<br />
lifestyle and the “silver sixties,” but also through<br />
a photo display depicting the many stages of<br />
Sedgwick’s life. While the bookstore/fashion show<br />
room proved to be a hot spot for Sienna Miller and<br />
ex fiancé Jude Law, the Gallagher despondently<br />
illustrated Sedgwick’s impact on American fashion<br />
and poorly accentuated an exhibit of honor to<br />
Warhol’s superstar. Ciao! Manhattan was playing<br />
on a diminutive television screen that could have<br />
been entertaining if one of the associates didn’t<br />
blast the film’s soundtrack just inches from my<br />
ears. <strong>The</strong> sudden explosion of sound infuriated me,<br />
but both associates failed to notice and continued<br />
their aimless dance to Fantasyland.<br />
Photos of Sedgwick, the highlight of the exhibit,<br />
were randomly slapped together throughout the<br />
gallery with no given time frame or description.<br />
Only handwritten note naming the photographer<br />
was placed above each photo.<br />
However, the photos superbly conveyed Sedgwick’s<br />
tragic splendor, particularly those displaying her<br />
natural mousy brown hair and blushing cheeks. In<br />
those photos, she wasn’t seen masking her frail face<br />
the return of XBXrX<br />
By Peter HOLsLin<br />
<strong>The</strong> return of XBXRX, with the release of “Sixth<br />
in Sixes” last September, was probably a micro-blip<br />
on most peoples’ radars, but it made some of us<br />
remember the good old days—five years ago or<br />
less—when spazz was king.<br />
And XBXRX, at the time, sure as hell was<br />
something to remember. Since their inception in<br />
1998 in the unlikely place of Mobile, Alabama, the<br />
group tore through single after single of spasmodic<br />
ditties, leaving ringing ears and broken bones in<br />
their wake. Some shows ended shortly after<br />
they began, only with half the audience onstage<br />
and one of the band members severely injured. In<br />
San Diego in 2003, the singer, whose identity has<br />
always been shrouded in mystery, screamed into a<br />
microphone covered by a bright-red foam ball, hung<br />
from the venue’s rafters and instigated group-hugs<br />
throughout the set. <strong>The</strong> audience could hardly<br />
control themselves, and the band could hardly play<br />
past fifteen minutes before the guitarist broke his<br />
nose.<br />
<strong>The</strong> singer’s identity has always<br />
been shrouded in mystery.<br />
That was all part of the fun. And today, the group’s<br />
energy level is no different. But that’s not to say<br />
that XBXRX are trying to copy the Bad Luck 13<br />
Extravaganza—the band infamous for attacking<br />
their audiences with saw blades and baseball bats<br />
wrapped in barbed wire. In an e-mail interview last<br />
September, answering collectively, XBXRX said they<br />
always prefer positive chaos over violent chaos.<br />
“We are crossing our fingers for more positive<br />
mayhem and less injuries,” they said. “We’re open<br />
to group hugs, always.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> band has never entirely been “on the radar.”<br />
“Gop Ist Minee,” was released in 2000, and is<br />
now out of print, and the group released a few 7”s<br />
throughout the 2000s—one a collaboration with<br />
organist Mr. Quintron and his female counterpart<br />
Miss Pussycat. <strong>The</strong> band also only played a handful<br />
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with cosmetics, batting plastic eyelashes, or twisting<br />
her boyish, bleach-blonde tresses: instead, she was<br />
simply Edie. In addition, the exhibit presented<br />
Sedgwick during her drug-infused stage, showing<br />
her transformation from an American girl to a<br />
tragic figure.<br />
only handwritten note<br />
naming the photographer was<br />
placed above each photo.<br />
Although Edie Sedgwick is making a comeback<br />
in today’s media with the sudden interest of “Edie:<br />
American Girl” and the motion picture Factory Girl,<br />
Gallagher’s disorganization was an eyesore. <strong>The</strong> space<br />
seemed more like a hangout for art students than<br />
a gallery. A fashion shoot was held in one corner<br />
while associates swayed in another. <strong>The</strong> photographs<br />
offered little information and the blasting tunes<br />
only provided a headache. While the gallery did<br />
supply eye candy for Sedgwick fans, the Gallagher<br />
was chaotic and tragic, just like Edie herself.<br />
Gallagher’s Art and Fashion Gallery is at<br />
111 4th Avenue (at East 12th Street).<br />
of shows throughout 2003-2004.<br />
But one might suppose they had been waiting<br />
the whole time to strike with their newest release,<br />
“Sixth in Sixes.”<br />
“Sixth in Sixes” is quite the return to sporadic<br />
form, but the album took more work than<br />
“We’re open to group hugs always”:<br />
the rock band XBXrX.<br />
their previous releases. <strong>The</strong> band worked five<br />
days a week to write the material, then rehearsed<br />
to the point where they could play the songs live<br />
in a studio with as few takes as possible.<br />
“It was a really good progression for us to buckle<br />
down and apply this much real discipline to the band.<br />
I think we’re a better band for it,” they said.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lyrical subject matter is a bit different than<br />
the past and a far cry from the positive mood they<br />
convey onstage, though you wouldn’t notice it in the<br />
singer’s incomprehensible yelps. “<strong>The</strong> music deals<br />
with the spiraling decline of human civilization,<br />
whether it’s hypocrisy, abuse of power, destruction<br />
of the environment, you name it,” the group said.<br />
<strong>The</strong> band is ready for the future—even though<br />
they’re still not ready to say their names.<br />
“We are more interested in our collective identity<br />
than the recognition of individuals,” they said.<br />
found Photography<br />
By mAGALi PiJPers<br />
April ’84. Bernard would go to great lengths to<br />
push this particular holiday out of his memory for<br />
years to come. Estelle and the boat boy had skipped<br />
off of the boat laughing. Bernard felt slighted. She<br />
hadn’t paid him any attention for the entire boat ride.<br />
And now, giggling with the boat boy, it was all the<br />
more patronizing when she turned around, raised the<br />
camera, and said, “smile, honey.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> found photography feature is a new Inprint installation,<br />
showcasing photographs discovered randomly, of people we’ve<br />
never met. Our writers create fictional situations surrounding<br />
each photograph, as form of artistic interpretation. All rights<br />
are reserved. (As if the guy on the boat will try to sue us.)