By Zachary D. Roberts
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By Anna Merlan
By Anna Merlan
By Albert Samaha
I hate it when people on the phone say, "Let me let you go," even though they really mean "Let me go." I hate it when Jenny Jones audience members scream "She looks like a tramp!" when the theme is "My Friend Dresses Too Sexy," but the next night, when it's "I Was a Nerd, But Now I'm a Slut With Breast Implants," they'll yell, "You go, girl!" I hate it when those rolling popcorn carts at the movies only sell combos. (What about people like, um, my friends, who are both lazy and cheap?) I hate it when my favorite restaurant, Empire Korea, abruptly switches to Chinese cuisine and changes its name to Empire China (a true story--only in Koreatown, kids, only in Koreatown).
But there are things I love,mind you--like the fact that Vincent Galloseems to hate even more stuff than I do. The obsessive actor-writer-director--who never tries to make waves and drum up hot copy, oh no--is peeved over my write-up of the incendiary talk he gave after a Directors Guild of America screening of his Buffalo 66. "It turned into a piece of tabloid journalism," he said into my machine, "out of context and unfully resolved." Oh, I'm sorry--the full context was that he said Anjelica Hustonwas a bigcunt. Anyway, when Gallo left me that message in response to my having called him about something else, I picked up in the middle and snarled, "Yeah, right, bye" and hung up. Well, Gallo--whose borderline-insane Buffalo 66character is outraged that a "faggot" is supposedly watching him pee--called back and left the message, "Hey, Mrs. Musto, you're a real asshole!" Sounds to me like we've got the start of a new Algonquin roundtable here (and by the way, Vinnie, it's Ms.).
The guy clearly likes to start wildfires, but when they burn up his own ass, he runs away and blames the alarm. He's now claiming I left out that he adored Anjelica once he worked with her, but, funny, what he actually said at his DGA kvetchathon was that he told her to get the fuck off his set. Oh, well--at least I'm only one of many he's targeted; as Page Six reported, Gallo recently left nasty messages for critics who didn't love his, in fact, overratedmovie. Talk about shooting your own foot while it's in your mouth.
In a perhaps more liberated arena, I hope it's not mere tabloid journalism to report that--I love this--in the upcoming disco flick 54, a hormonal Studio 54 busboy named Shane has at least one hand on the maypole. In scenes that will hopefully end up in the final version, the hot-to-trot cocktail server (played by Ryan Phillippe) makes it with an aspiring singer (Salma Hayek) and also with her humpy husband (Breckin Meyer). How '70s. How 54. Meyer told me for Indiemagazine that he and Phillippe have been good friends for years and they were extremely comfortable with the scene. "We didn't even laugh about it," he said. "We just did it." How '90s.
I also love it that, while filming a sapphic cameo for a movie called Glam-Trash,Drew's spirited mom Jaid Barrymoreasked me, "Why is it that every time I see you, I'm doing some lesbian thing?" "If the shoe fits . . . " cracked someone on the set.
And I'm positively gagging with joy that, just when cunnilingus was starting to lose its luster, millions will be learning about all new sex acts from a couple of penetrating movies (but don't read this if you want to eventually be surprised into an orgasm for only $8.50). There's "tea-baggin' ," which involves testes banging on foreheads, and "a Dutch oven" (passing wind, then pulling the covers over your lover's head) from John Waters's upcoming Pecker, and "DVDA" (double vaginal, double anal) from South Parkcocreator Trey Parker's Orgazmo. And then there's just your regular old felching.
Meanwhile, fuck me, but I love that Thornton Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth--being revived in Central Park--is about human survival through disaster (and DVDA), and the night I saw it, an audience member was dragged out for a medical emergency, a baby screamed until her parents removed her, a woman involuntarily banged against her chair every 20 seconds (right next to me, natch), and a nonstop parade of hellish helicopters noisily passed overhead. Plus there were no popcorn carts!
Kristen Johnston, as the saucy maid Sabina (actually the actress playingSabina) is not a catastrophe; even in this mildly received production, she's as pert as she is in her Emmy-winning role on 3rd Rock From the Sun. In a phone interview, the delightful and highly focused Kristen seemed bemused by the outdoor free-for-all. "It's a madhouse," she laughed. "One night, this six-year-old girl had a Doritos bag that she was, on purpose, crinkling, then opening, then crinkling, then opening. I couldn't take it! It was during Frannie's [Frances Conroy's] speech, but if I'd been talking, you better believeI would have said something." And the great thing about the fourth wall being down all night is that she actually could have.
Kristen's loving this role because she goes from "a floozy little maid to a scary seductress to a whiny actress to a broad who's lived through the war. It's all the different aspects of being a dame." Her biggest laugh comes as the whiny actress, exasperatedly moaning, "Iwas offered Twelfth Night!"--a Kristen ad-lib which both Wilder's estate and Helen Hunt(who's in the Lincoln Center Twelfth Night) gave enthusiastic permission for. Kristen's delighted because, "I thought, 'Will Mr. Wilder turn over in his grave?' "