Friday, May 1, 2009

Artist Statement.


The actor is the prism through which society can re-imagine itself. The role of representation and storytelling is a very heavy responsibility. The actor must be aware and actively interested in the story and depiction and be willing to tell everyone’s story.




It is impossible for me to separate my politics from my acting. I simply will never do it and I find morally reprehensible that anyone ever would. I don’t care how ‘annoying’ that makes me, I don’t care that Fox News will call me a left wing lunatic, and that I potentially will be alienating part of my audience. Frankly, I don’t care because if they feel alienated by the stories I plan to tell, then they deserve it. Actors have an equal right to voice their opinions as every other tax paying citizen in the country. As an actor, I do not view my craft as a form of escapism. I spit on the notion that my only contribution to our society is to ‘entertain’ or be just an object for the male gaze. Certainly, I want people to enjoy my work but I refuse to buy in to stories or images I believe to be wretched or inaccurate depictions. I want my audience to be steamrolled with stories they need to hear and characters they need to meet.

By politics I'm inferring I’m very aware of the characters I am portraying, what they mean to a audience, and that my first goal is social change. If actors are not striving to open up public conversation in topics through story that may make some uncomfortable…Then what is the point of being an actor? Without social progressive and giving voices to people that have none, and being a vessel for storytelling, then actors are diminished to little aesthetic play things for everyone else in the theatre/film community. I am no one’s play thing.

Writers, directors, visual artists, all have the power and I would stress the LUXURY to be able to forget about all issues and just focus on THEIR story. Not actors. We represent the people and it is our duty to pose difficult questions. A writer may create a question but it is the ACTOR that brings it to life and makes the audience want to listen to the words in the first place. When an audience sits in a theatre, cinema or stage, they only stay because they find the acting compelling. Everyone is drawn to the simple communication and active conflict between actors. They don’t stay in their seat thinking about the magic of lighting, sound, or the writing.

Actors are by far the biggest drawn to a film. With that power an actor must make responsible choices.

I’m not interested in empty blockbusters with even emptier eyed female accessories. For too long the constrictive patriarchal nature of our society has been seeping into cinema and furthering the negative and entirely one viewed perception of what it means to be female. The female actor is currently the most under appreciated and socially constructed element in entertainment.

I am interested in the messy areas of human life. I am drawn to female characters that are complex, strong, but ultimately human and entirely woman.


Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Art of Serious Playtime

See that girl in the black tutu hanging from the bar? That would be me.


I won a baby beauty pageant. Clearly, I am elated about my win and can’t wait to use my platform for human rights. Take that Miss California!
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My father snores as loud as a dragon. It’s like the white flag of surrender on the home front. It means my father is sleeping deeply and that my mother, the light sleeper and bad cop, is sleeping even deeper and not going to wake for anything. It means that now I can run amuck.


People always tried to give me Barbie dolls. My mother would always have to secretly return them. I found it a bit of a scam that all Barbie dolls had the same no- life facial expression. I knew it was all a big trick when for a Christmas or Easter, or some other excessively commercialized holiday, I was given a Skipper doll who is supposed to be Barbie’s sister or friend or some other supporting character in the world of Barbie. I held the little, inhumanly thin doll and inspected her. She did have long and pretty dark hair--the kind of hair that Barbie certainly would be caught dead in. When I pushed Skipper’s hair out of her face, I threw her across the room in complete terror. It was Barbie’s glazed, blue-shadowed gaze looking back at me! It was like a Barbie Frankenstein. Some monster had put Barbie’s head on Skipper’s body. That’s when I went and locked all of them in the big pink Barbie trunk under my bed. I swear, at night I could hear them whining and scratching with their long perfect pink talons against the cold plastic of the sugar-pink Barbie trunk and pleading in high distorted soprano to be let out.

No matter where you go in our modest house you can’t escape the roar of my father’s dreams. I hear him as I creek open my door, spilling my star night light all over the hall. My house is not my house at night. It is deathly quiet with strange shadow creatures slithering all over the powder blue walls. The house sighs and creeks with history. I know this is an impossible and dangerous task, but I will have to endure it. I gather my strength and clutch Allosaurus tightly to my heart, and we venture into the great beyond.

I had begun to believe that I was relatively defective in relating to other kids about pretend time. All the other little girls loved Barbie. However, my imagination seemed way too realistic in relation to toys or dolls. It certainly didn’t help that I believed that Barbie was a blonde demon I had captured in a trunk under my bed. It was terrible trying to pretend with other little kids. They were way out of their league. I took imagination time very seriously, and you did not mess around with Allison’s pretend time. It was like I was born on fire. I came into this world with passion seeping out my pores with an intensive thirst for life. I had so very much to do, there were so many places to visit and characters to be and meet. My adamant belief in the pretend world and immersion within my own world made me an outsider nearly right away.

I don’t remember who gave them to me because I was blinded by my immediate love for them. It was a thirty-piece, and scientifically accurate, dinosaur set. This was not just any kid’s play set, mind you, but real life miniature replicas with the scientific names printed on their bellies, little beady eyes that locked with yours and each one a totally different character. They all felt so incredibly alive in my hands. I could feel their little hearts thumping in my palm just aching to go into my world--not like the corpse of the cold Barbie.

Each dinosaur was a very specific person with a very specific voice and personality. It wasn’t long before their true natures began to emerge. The Raptor with his blackish green gothic-type skin was a huge chain smoker with a manic-depressive personality who wore only faded-out black. Tyrannosaurus was a big girly girl who, to her dismay, would continually bite her tongue as a nervous tick. Triceratops, who was the villian, spoke with a wet lisp and was always running around trying to stir up some trouble. Of course, there was the horrible but fantastic womanizer: the Duck-billed Dinosaur with his slick swap-blue skin. It was like a daily dinsosaur soap opera-- love, betrayel, fighting passion, and all under the looming threat of being obliterated by a giant comet or massive volcanic eruption. This all depended on my mood of course.
There was also the heroine of dinosaur land. She had intense ridged-red skin with round, little bright eyes. It was the Allosaurus. Of course, it was probably the play on my name that helped encourage that relationship. I don’t think it had to be dinosaurs. My interest in them wasn’t scientific. Although, of course, I did have a fairly regular role as the walk-on paleontologist in case my dinosaur series needed some scenes in the present-- when all the dinosaurs were just bones in the dirt.

I walk quickly keeping my heels from patting the floor. I looked in her eyes and she assures me that we would absolutely be fine. “Don’t worry, everyone’s asleep. They won’t hear you. How long have we been thinking about this? ” Allosaurus and I hold our breath, and we quietly sneak toward the bookcase with my heart in my throat as my eyes dart wildly around the room. With a shaking hand I open the bookcase to reveal a dusty book on one of the forgotten shelves. It’s my grandmother’s bookcase, and I am “so not” allowed to touch it. I pick up this old book I have been eyeing for months, and I can barely contain myself from crying out in excitement. This is the book that holds all the secrets of my inherited performance past.

I was promptly enrolled in children’s theatre and acting classes as a hope of getting some of my impossible creative energy out. I couldn’t believe that my fantasy world was a career option; even from such a young age it just felt right. Even before my dinosaurs I had an overactive imagination and was obsessed with my overgrown backyard. I would spend hours and hours outside imagining I was someone else. The story was nearly always the same. I was always some sort of warrior princess who was a master fighter exploring mystical lands. It all seemed so real. The details of my castle seemed more real and tangible then my own little house.
It was so obvious that I would go into theatre. My parents didn’t even attempt to interest me in other things. They both already knew it was a lost cause. There was no moment for me--no single moment-- where the light bulb flicked on and I thought, “Oh, so I’m an actor, that’s great. I guess I’ll go to Juilliard, win an Oscar and that’s that.” I am still suspicious of anyone who claims to have a very specific moment when the acting bug bit them. I’m convinced that there has to be an actor gene. How else could I have possibly known? How could my parents, a piano teacher and a businessman, have known?

“Don’t worry, everyone’s completely asleep. They won’t hear you.” Allosaurus and I held our breath as we opened the book, and I turned on my Disney Princess flashlight. There it was and as plain as day. The book was in Russian, but I knew what it said. This is why they have been hiding me out here in the suburbs. I’m part of the long lost Romanov family! No wonder everyone thinks I’m so crazy! In a fever I drop Allosaurus and everything comes falling down. I hear the snoring stop, and I hear my mother in a panic coming toward me. “ Oh, It’s all over now so you might as well pack your bags-- they are going to send you back to Russia to peal potatoes!”, a disgruntled Allosaurus moans from the floor. “Allison Marie! What are you doing in there?! It’s 2 am! You are never going to get up for school tomorrow...” Just like that, my mother pulls me back into the real world.

Just as my eyes are hazel and my skin is pale, my heart and soul are that of a performer. My family is of the sensible stock, and I am a first-generation actor. When I was little, I firmly believed that my father’s Eastern European heritage could be traced back to some sort of mystical Russian gypsy troupe that probably entertained the Romanovs and even that I potentially was the lost Anastasia herself. Actually, I still sort of believe that--the gypsy part anyway.

I can’t even recall a time I didn’t want to be an actor. I could never understand how other kids and later young adults didn’t know what to pursue. I took my first formal class when I was about eight. I had my first lead role by the time I was ten in Jane Eyre, and my life has continued to be fantasy based. By becoming a vessel for storytelling, theatre and acting helped me harass all my creative ability. I wasn’t just an over active child anymore. I was a well employed child actor.

I have always found our world somewhat unsatisfying. My pretend backyard kingdoms were more beautiful, my dinosaur friends were funnier, and I, myself, had a far more glamorous nature in a pretend world. I have always been looking for something better even if it doesn’t exist. By utilizing the power of imagination as an actor, I am able to hook in to the underlying truth that exists in fantasy and reality.
Acting in its rawest state is playing. It is saying yes to whatever circumstances of the world have been designed for you regardless of the role you play in the real world. I don’t think that I ever grew out of pretend. I just matured and made it the professional part of my life. I just put the dinosaurs away and went to theatre college.
I pursue acting everyday completely seriously--just as I took speaking to my dinosaurs and as I believed that my Barbie and Skipper dolls were trying to claw their way out of a trunk. I have grown up with my life centered completely on make believe. I think all of us theatre and film artists have Peter Pan complexes. We all just want to tell stories and certainly do not want to grow up in the traditional sense of the mundane.
Our world is not all friendly dinosaurs. Luckily for me, my interest in characters and my obsession with fantasies are enough to keep my actor’s head above water. Nothing has really changed. I still want to tell stories, my stories, your story, stories that need to be heard. I want to walk in other people’s shoes, and I want to bring light to lives so often forgotten. The only difference is now--I want to bring the audience along with me.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Adolescence Kills: The Real Villian of Battle Royale


“Life is a game. So fight for survival and see if you’re worth it”, proclaims Kitano to his class of seventh graders in his explanation of why they have been brought to an island to kill each other in the name Millennium Education Reform Act. The film Battle Royale directed by Kinji Fukasaku became a scandal for its brutal portrayal of violence against and by children and became a huge cult success for its direct social commentary on the social structures of Japan. Battle Royale, with its Lord of Flies’ deconstruction of human behavior, showcases for the audience the extreme measures the Government is willing to go to in order to maintain control of the failing social structures and unruly children in the name of control; however, the Government ends up breeding the violence they want to destroy. In the end, Battle Royale isn’t just a game--it’s the Japanese way of life.



The film attempts to identify the reasons for the dangerous, disenchanted youth by examining the root of the problem: The parents who believed they would have life- long employment and found they were eventually ‘restructured’ or, in layman terms, laid off. As the director states in an interview with the website Midnight Eye, “…since the burst of the bubble economy, these adults, many of them salarymen and working class people, they were put in a very difficult position with the recession or economic downturn and all of a sudden most of them started to lose confidence in themselves” (Fukasaku). The character Shuya Nanahara is a young student whose mother abandons him and whose father commits suicide within the first five minutes of the film as he is unable to find work within the floundering economy. Shuya becomes disillusioned and loses all respect for authority in the wake of his father’s suicide and becomes one of the delinquents that the government of Japan is so frightened of. As Battle Royale centers on violence perpetrated by children, the characters act as different symbols for what Japanese society is afraid of. A child in the normal state acts as a symbol for the health and new beginnings of the state and its people. However, in Battle Royale the children are feared because of their lack of respect for authority, and the adult world would rather murder them off than have the possibility of an unruly generation devoid of any structure.

Interestingly, the murderous children that the adults are afraid of are virtually non existent. The majority of the Class B kills out of complete fear of being killed and several times express the desire to go home. Yet, there are exceptions. There is Kiriyama, the mute and frightening so-called transfer student, who ‘volunteered for the fun’ kills off quite a few of the younger characters in an overly aggressive and blood thirsty manner. However, he is the only child character that kills without reason. The only character that even comes close is Mitsuko who kills in the same aggressive manner but it comes from a place of survival and wanting to win the game. It also brought to light that the reason she enjoys killing her classmates is because she “just didn’t want to be a loser anymore.” Mitsuko, ignored by her peers as a loser in their school days, desperately wants to be a winner in a society that seemingly rewards success. If that means she must indiscriminately kill classmates who hated her anyway, so be it. At least she’ll be a winner somehow. There are several characters that are obviously pacifists and refuse to fight and instead kill themselves. The three main characters Shuya, Noriko, and Kawada do not want to kill; but they do what they must in order to survive.

The film continually points back to the State as the villain of Battle Royale. It is the State that leads the economy downhill that in turn leads to job loss, and it is the State that instills the culture of extreme pressure and bullying. Ultimately, without the villainous State there would be no such thing as Battle Royale in the first place. The Government’s solution for the dangerous youth turns out to be much worse than the problem. The game itself stands for the divisive nature of Japanese society itself. Just the idea that the Government would think of putting a group of children through a murderous rampage to solve the discipline problem, illustrates that the Government itself inflects more damage in the span of three days to children than youth delinquents ever could do to a society in a lifetime. The children, even the few predator types, are nothing in comparison to Japanese society that made them this way and continually fostering their cut-throat nature in the Battle Royale.

Battle Royale is a major allegory for life in Japanese society. As several characters put it: “Nobody’s going to rescue you, that’s just life”, and “There’s a way out of this game. Kill yourself. If you can’t do that, then don’t trust anyone, just run.” The film’s allegiance ultimately lies with the children who have been thrust in a blood thirsty rat race by a society that has forgotten them. As Shuya says, “My mom and dad ran off and died because they felt like. But I’ll keep fighting even if I don’t know how, until I become a real adult.” The children of the film have a power of the adults: their will to survive and continue on. In the end, Shuya and Noriko are the only two characters left standing, but the State has taken away any chance that they may ever have a normal life. They must continually run and fight for survival even though they have made it off of the Island. This proves that Battle Royale is not just a game; it’s the constructed social norm of Japan. As the film ends, Noriko and Shuya run and instruct the audience to do the same: “No matter how far run for all your worth. Run.”


Works Cited
Jennings, Byrant. Media effects advances in theory and research. New York: Routledge/Taylor and Francis, 2008.
Mes, Tom, and Jasper Sharp. "Kinji Fukasaku Interview." 04 Sept. 2001. 01 Apr. 2009.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

In the Blood: The Consensual Female Sexual Identity in True Blood



The beautiful, young virginal neck exposed for the patriarchal delight and occasional cruelty of the vampire beast. She shrieks and cowers weakly; but no matter how far she runs, she is unable to escape and eventually succumbs to his fangs as he slowly drains her of all life. This is a typical symbol of the vampire phenomenon--the woman who is always overpowered by the sexuality of oppressive forces of masculinity around her. It is as classic an image as the vampire beast himself. As author Milly Williamson discusses in her book The Lure of the Vampire: “…we conjure the vampires that we want or need for the cultural or historical times we find ourselves in” (Williamson 5). The vampire in sense is a cultural reflection of society’s perceptions of sexual identity in an erotic, sexy, and slightly frightening package that shifts from era to era. Indeed, the entire Dracula story began in the Victorian times when female sexual identity was probably considered the most frightening aspect of being a human being, and the vampire represented the harsh repression of masculine sexuality identity (Williamson 5-7). The newest reincarnation of the vampire story is set in the fictional town of Bon Temps where vampires have recently “come out of the coffin” in Alan Ball’s television serial, True Blood, and start mixing it up with the towns’ human residents. True Blood, and its main character, Sookie Stackhouse, take the old lore of the powerless and overtaken virgin of the vampire myth to the strong, independent heroine who is enabled throughout the vampire story to have her own sexual identity independent of any male influence.

It is impossible to analyze the feminist power of the character of Sookie Stackhouse without looking at the rest of the women, vampire and human alike, of Bon Temps first. In the first season of True Blood, it becomes clear that once a woman is made into a vampire that the gender divide and power struggle of the sexes is eliminated. Instead, the importance and power is placed upon age. The vampires know nothing of gay or straight or female or male; they do not live in the binary existence of the modern world. They have advanced past all that (Rickels 57). Once a vampire in the world of True Blood, you can no longer die of natural causes or be raped. As vampires are technically already damned to hell on earth, they may do whatever it is they please. The male and female alike vampires have nearly insatiably sexual appetites and act on them without any retribution for their actions. The female vampires are not held to any sort moral standard.

Interestingly, the human women of Bon Temps do not have it as easy as female vampires and must still drag around the title of ‘female’ in relation to the male power system. Every female human with the exception of Sookie in the early episodes and her Grandmother are very sexually active and, for the most part, go about their sexual liaisons just as the male characters do. It is established in the episodes that take place in the vampire bar Fangtasia, and the majority of the human patrons are female. After vampires have emerged as tax-paying citizens, it becomes common knowledge that the most satisfying sexual partner is the vampire as it was detailed in a Playboy magazine within the context of the show. The women of Bon Temps, being more sexually liberated, go out looking for these encounters and the human males begin to feel threatened. It is the human male’s patriarchal jealousy that is painted as the villain of the show and is not sexuality or the vampires.



From the moment vampire Bill Compton, the 173 year-old veteran of the Civil War, walks into the bar where she works, Sookie finds a companion she has never had before. In the first and second episodes of the first season, it is established that Sookie (aside from her Grandmother, brother, and close friend Tara) has grown up being completely isolated by the rest of world and that the majority of Bon Temps view her, frankly, as a freak. Sookie is telepathic and, as one can imagine, being involuntarily privy to every thought that every person has which makes personal relationships nearly impossible. However, Sookie finds that she is unable to hear Bill’s thoughts making him a welcome retreat from the rest of the world of the every chatting world. Also, for the first time in her life she is able to have an equally balanced relationship with another person. Sookie asks Bill why she can’t hear his thoughts, and he replies saying that it is because he is dead. When things take a rocky turn for the half-human/half-vampire couple and Sookie says that she doesn’t think they should see each other anymore, Bill voices her secret fear: “you’ll never find a human man you can be yourself with.” Thus, the special new connection between vampire and woman is born
As Milly Williamson details, vampires have often been viewed as a knee jerk to reaction to the fear of unrestrained female sexuality, and, further, that the vampire figure has much in common with fairer sex. “The vampire, like the female body is not clean and pure and closed…blood letting fangs also invoke the mythic vagina dentata” (Williamson 12). Both the vampire and the female represent a challenge to human male population. As Jean Lorrah details in his essay Dracula Meets the New Woman, he writes that most scholars who study Stoker’s Dracula believe that the novel even associates the evil nature of womanhood with that of vampires. Williamson also details that it is clear that many female audiences of the twenty-first century very obviously sympathize with the vampire and probably see themselves reflected within the monstrous feminine nature of the vampire and that “women may identify with the vampire rather than the victim” (Williamson 12). Sookie is not repealed by Bill’s outsider status and ‘monster body’; but instead, just as Williamson writes, she feels much in common with him and certainly identifies with him by also being labeled a monster and a freak herself. As Sookie tell Bill why she isn’t afraid of him, “who am I to be squeamish about something I know so little about?” Sookie openly recognizes the connection between the two outsiders.

Instead of the victim/monster relationship, Sookie and Bill even eventually share blood intensively further with the female-to-vampire connection. In episode two, The First Taste Sookie hears the thoughts of known vampire drainers (vampire blood is used as an illegal narcotic in True Blood) that they plan to kill Bill and sell his blood. Sookie rescues Bill and gets brutally beaten by the vampire drainers and left for dead. Bill comes to and is able to kill the vampire drainers, and he then turns his attention to Sookie who begins saying that she is unable to feel her legs. Bill extends his fangs and rips open his arm and tells her to drink his blood. She is frightened, but after he demands: “do you want to live or not?!” She begins to drink reluctantly and then she drinks mass amounts of his blood happily, and her body is quickly healed. In this scene Sookie is given the power of “vampires past” to feed upon blood and not be the passive victim and be rather the more active masculine force. Now the very blood that courses through the vampire ‘beast’, a would-be killer of the classical world, also runs through her veins, and ultimately, saves her life.
In the book Vampire Film by Alain Silver, Silver writes that the archetypical male vampire is “The Byronic figure, seductive, erotic, possessing a hypnotic power that makes its questionable charms irresistible to his victims” (Silver 54), which are all the qualities that Bill the vampire has. The exception is that he is unable to ‘glamour’ or hypnotize Sookie just as she is unable to listen to his thoughts; therefore, he is unable to control her in ways of the classic vampires. Bill won’t even enter Sookie’s home unless he is invited in and can be thrown out in a moments notice. Williamson writes that part of the allure and misogyny of the classic Dracula is that women are unable to resist him and are not given the power to fend off his advances. This is entirely contrary to the relationship between Sookie and Bill.

The vampires of True Blood do feed on residents of Bon Temps, but it is always consensual. Further, the atrocities that are committed in the first season are perpetrated by humans, typically the white male ‘straight’ (doesn’t sleep with vampires) character. In episode one, Strange Love Vampire rights advocate and head of the American Vampire League, Nan Flanagan, appears on the Bill Maher show and states: “we never owned slaves, we never detonated nuclear weapons, since the Japanese perfected synthetic blood that fulfills all our nutritional needs there is no reason for anyone to fear us.” To the vampires credit, while they are technically ‘monsters’, they refrain from murder. Throughout the entire season, women throughout the town are being murdered. The only quality all the victims have in common is that they were known ‘fang bangers’ in that they had consensual sex with vampires. At first, the authorities believe that this clearly points to a vampire as the murderer, but then it becomes obvious that the women are being murdered because of their relations and not by the vampires themselves--rather, it is by a vampire-hating zealot. It is nothing new that True Blood would, in a sense, punish the sexually liberated women; however, the show does not align itself with the honor- killer Rene but instead with Sookie who is nearly murdered for her relationship with Bill. Rene, not the vampires, is viewed as the villain of the season because of his unwillingness to accept other people (if you will) and is very clearly threatened by the sexual activities of the women he is murdering.
Ultimately, one of the most enduring misogynistic overtones of the vampire story is his ability to overtake his female victims against their will. True Blood eliminates this power and gives control back to the woman. “The attack of the vampire is an obvious symbol for rape” (Lorrah 31), the forced advance, the overpowering of the victim, the literal penetration of the victim’s virginal neck and has followed all different reincarnations of the vampire. Not only is the victim unable to defend herself but she is usually unable to remember the attack. Jalal Toufic writes in his book Vampires that vampire attacks are usually recalled through dream states or letters to other characters (Dracula) but never through first person accounts as they are depicted as being traumatic, horrible events. Sookie, however, not only remembers her sexual interludes with Bill, but she also instigates them.


In episode six entitled Cold Ground, after being together the entire season Sookie makes the choice to lose her virginity to Bill. It is important to note the connections that the virginal Sookie has with women of other vampire stories. She is young, a virgin, and impressionable. However, she is not contained by any of her male human counterparts, and she is able to live somewhat of her own life. Her father is dead and her brother is far too consumed with his own problems to be bothered. Sookie is, like all women of the vampire story, ‘defiled’ by a vampire; however, her ability to make this choice makes her an active participant. Bill has no power over her decision to do so, and she runs on her own accord over to his mansion unprovoked by anything in particular. Their relationship is entirely consensual; and during the highly romanticized intercourse scene, Sookie notices that Bill’s fangs are exposed and that he is fighting off his desire to bite her. Then to his surprise and the audience’s, Sookie throws her head to the side, exposes her neck, and says “do it, I want you to”, and he bites her as the episode ends.
The relationship between Bill and Sookie is rich with dynamics that play upon the ancient symbolism of vampires and their relations with human virginal women. However, the female sexuality identity that, usually, has been literally devoured by vampirism in stories of old is used instead to build a relationship between two outsiders. Through her relationship with Bill, Sookie is able to develop a sexual identity of her own. Not accepted by her human world she finds that through the world of vampires and other things supernatural. She is not only able to understand her own misunderstood power but is also able to live a fuller life. A classic, monstrous villain that once used to kill women has metamorphosed into a willing and loving partner that enabled the human female to become sexually independent of the oppressive power of the human male. By understanding our obsession with the undead and what vampires mean to us, we are able to obtain a good insight into our societies’ forbidden desires. True Blood taps into our thirst for the vampire with one major revision. Instead of the erotized, weak and overpowered female body for the pleasure for the male gaze, True Blood empowers the female characters to enjoy their sexuality and give in. Instead of being hypnotized and attacked by sexuality, the women go to vampire bars and unapologetically sleep with them for their own pleasure. As the men in the community cower in the face of change, the women embrace it and beg their vampire lovers to bite them.
There are few creatures that haunt literature, cinema, television and popular culture that are as enigmatic and yet still as seamless as the vampire. Not only do vampires appear throughout different culture’s mythology and folklore, but it would seem that our societal lust for the vampire and his stories just won’t die. American culture is littered with different vampires that continue their enduring run on feeding upon our imaginations--from the frightening, pale-clawed Nosferatu, to Stoker’s Dracula and his many different film forays, to the sexy reincarnation featuring such vampire alums as Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise and to finally a vampire figure that is closely aligned with the female sex. As the vampire continues to evolve it becomes clear that the one element will never change: The audience’s never-ending lust for the power of the vampire bite, and the everlasting appeal of unrestrained sexuality continues to keep the vampire firmly locked in our forbidden, and yet alluring, nightmares.

Works Cited
Lorrah, Jean. "Dracula Meets the New Woman." The Blood Is the Life Vampires in Literature. Albany: Bowling Green State Univ Popular Pr, 1999. 31-42.
Rickels, Laurence A. Vampire lectures. Minneapolis: University of Minnesota P, 1999.
Silver, Alain. Vampire film from Nosferatu to Interview with a vampire. New York: Limelight Editions, 1997.
Toufic, Jalal. Vampires, an uneasy essay on the undead in film. Barrytown, N.Y: Station Hill, Distributed by Talman Co., 1993.
Williamson, Milly. The Lure of the Vampire Gender, Fiction and Fandom from Bram Stoker to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. New York: Wallflower P, 2005.

Realism Spiked: The Garbage Disposal Dramas of Nicky Silver

“Boundaries are for countries on a map, not people” (1.2.29), proclaims Hilary from Nicky Silver’s hybrid family drama dark comedy of manners Raised in Captivity. Hilary, like all of Silver’s characters, operates in a world that refuses to be defined by classical forms of genre but lives either within or outcast from the family structure. In his introduction to an interview with Nicky Silver, writer David Savran writes of Silver’s aesthetic that he while he tends to focus on family unit he throws all sorts of ingredients into the mix: “Medea, Helter Skelter, the Bible, and thirties musical comedies” (Savran 214). Like the late Arthur Miller, Nicky Silver has found that his most powerful pieces rely on the institution of the American family and the experience of tragedy upon the common man. However, while Miller made famous the notion that even the common Salesman was able to experience the same kind of heightened tragedy as Kings, Silver takes it a step farther and gives entire casts of characters, including female characters, a tragic flaw and updates the modern American kitchen sink drama for new audiences.
Even in the most extreme circumstances and darkest moments Silver’s characters never cease to feel all too human. While characters may commit incest, murder, or eat their dead family members Silver makes the choice that they are plain spoken and as common as any Salesman or withering southern belle. Nicky Silver’s plays pick up where the greats of modern American theatre left off. Silver, an award-winning playwright with a penchant for the absurd injects his homemade idiosyncratic quirks into the established American family kitchen sink drama of Arthur Miller, and by doing so creates families and characters that are extraordinary and frighteningly relatable.
Arthur Miller’s families are the idealized saviors of American tragedy, while Silver’s are the tragedy of American life. In Arthur Miller’s immortal Death of a Salesman Willy Loman and his family are torn apart by an unforgiving society and cling desperately to each other in an attempt to survive. Even after Willy’s suicide his family gathers in show of unity and mourns together. In golden years of Arthur Miller and Clifford Odets, the family was always written to be the fall out shelter of tragedy. In other words, the world may be falling apart but a character could always find the strength to forge on through the family which was entirely linked to the culture of containment if the 1950s. However, Silver’s reinvention and update of surrealistic comedy turns the conventional and stalwart American family into a repressive and maniacal institution. “Rather than being a source of stability, the family is imagined as a socializing machine that never quite works the way it is supposed to and so produces all different varieties of perverse desires” (Sarvan 215).



Fig.2.Vertigo Theatre’s Production of Pterodactyls. (2008)
Not only is the family unit destructive but it is entirely isolating. Like Miller, Silver’s characters are defined by their relationship to a family unit, but they are also defined by their outsider status. In Silver’s Pterodactyls, the classic family drama takes a horrible turn. The play depicts the Duncan family whose members react to stress and tragedy by various denial mechanisms such as memory loss, alcoholism, and absurd behavior and three of the characters kill themselves as opposed to living with each anymore. Instead of trying to find comfort together like the Loman family, the Duncan’s are destroyed by their internal loneliness and their inherent and very human selfishness. The play takes aim at the main-streamed, moneyed, conventional American family and buries it under one satiric jibe after another. The set is the Duncan home, realistically furnished except for the huge dinosaurs that are ignored entirely (see Fig 2). The dinosaur figures act as symbol that the American family, like the dinosaurs, will become extinct and die out.
Nicky Silver focuses on the family dramas; however, his plays can not be considered classic kitchen sink dramas. The kitchen sink drama refers to the American adaptation of a British genre that became popular and mainstreamed by Miller in the 1950s that centers on the mundane tragedies of everyday common life. Silver uses the family drama but does not stay true to form throughout his plays. What may begin as a kitchen sink drama, can and will morph into farce, surrealism, and jump between high and low comedy all within a moment. As Silver commented in an interview with David Sarvan in the book The Playwright’s Voice, “I’ve always been specifically aware of genre and juxtaposition of genre and what that does to an audience---How it helps the audience into the world of the play, how it upsets them once they’re there” (qtd. in Sarvan 219). Silver clearly understands an audience’s connection to a family drama, but he also has a deep understanding of an audience’s response to turning the drama and convention on its head. Depending on the action of the play Silver will utilize whatever genre or form that would be most useful to him within that particular play.
As the characters of Silver plays all have very specific and personal story arcs, a the Characters enter his worlds indiscriminately appearing and disappearing on a whim, unlike the classical drama’s of Miller when the audience knows for sure whose story the play belongs to i.e. Death of a Salesman. The Audience can never be entirely sure of a Silver character’s motives until the curtain drops. He delights not only in throwing different and seemingly unrelated genres at the audience but also goes out of his way to challenge audience perceptions of a character. Just as the audience is lead to believe they are supposed to be cheering for one character, that character will go and kill another character so that the audience never really knows what is going to happen or who they should be watching as even minor characters can take over the plays. For example, the role of Phillip in Free Will and Wanton Lust only appears briefly within act one and he easily wins over the audience with his quick wit and good natured appeal. That entire façade falls to pieces later in the second act when after a twenty minute monologue about his multiple hilarious failures with women; he quickly pulls the rug out from under the audience and reveals he has killed someone. Silver’s characters, like the plays they are contained within, refuse to be labeled or two dimensional. By Phillip evoking all kinds of different reactions from the audience, Silver has the power to shape the audience’s conventional black and white perceptions of good and evil. Can a self professed murder be lovable and funny, and still be a murderer? In a Silver play, it’s a common occurrence.
Miller’s characters are completely unaware that they are being watched within their family trials, while Silver’s families are all too aware that they are being watched and address the audience as they see fit. In his plays Nicky Silver explores this narcissism that is painfully matched with an equally grandiose sense-of-self loathing that is written to be entirely relatable. Silver is quick to point out that this charming feature is indicative of his own personality that has seeped into his characters. “I once told a therapist of mine that if I ever won an Oscar for writing a movie, I would never go for fear the entire country would look at me and think , look at that fat gay mess up there” (qtd. in Collins 218). While this idea is seemingly very self-deprecating, it is also marvelously narcissistic to assume the entire country would have any interest. All of Silver’s characters have these moments which profess their absolute hatred for themselves and then the next scenes are exploding in self-love. The characters are aware of their tragic circumstances; but instead of recoiling, they all vie for the audience’s undivided attention as all “the Characters always think it’s a play about them” (qtd. in Sarvan 227). This obsession with the self is one of the most unique elements to Silver’s plays and especially as it does not distract the audience into dislike. The audience recognizes the obsession; however, more importantly, it recognizes it as entirely human, and the characters are not lost to melodrama. Silver writes his characters so that the audience feels that any one of them could play the roles.
Silver relies heavily upon tragedy and the affects on the common man within his plays. However, he takes it a step farther in that tragedy itself is not the marker of the play unlike in Death of a Salesman and Oedipus Rex where the demise is the entire build of the play. Arthur Miller wrote in Tragedy and the Common Man that, “I believe that the common man is as apt a subject for tragedy in its highest sense as kings were” (Miller 1299). This is an opinion that is mainly experienced through Miller’s Death of a Salesman. Silver’s modern take on tragedy retains the rape, incest, cannibalism, murder, and suicide of the classics; but the characters reactions to it are entirely different. The audience laughs not at the horrifying events, but rather, the characters’ gut reactions to the tragic situations they have been placed in. In The Food Chain, a young newly married poet, is walked out on by her husband of two weeks after he informs her he is going for a walk and never comes back. In order to deal with her abandonment, Amanda calls a suicide hotline only for the comfort of talking to someone and proceeds into a nine-page tirade against men, food, and the ‘beauty myth’.
Miller also writes in Tragedy and the Common Man that the quality that gives a character the fatal tragic flaw is his/her inability to remain passive in the face of what the character conceives to be a challenge to his dignity as opposed to the passive characters that accept their lot in life (Miller 1299) a quality Nicky Silver also explores. In The Maiden’s Prayer, Libby meets the love of her life, Taylor, in a support group for recovering alcoholics and drug addicts. Libby brings Taylor home to meet her family in which he promptly leaves her for her sister, Cynthia, who is the blonde, sweet antithesis to dark, sarcastic Libby. Instead of recoiling and accepting that Taylor does not in fact love her. Libby takes every opportunity, including his wedding to her sister in which she is the maid of honor, to tell everyone that Taylor still loves her and that sweet Cynthia has been trying to murder her in her sleep their entire lives. Libby’s tragic flaw ultimately leads to her emotional demise.
The women of the families are entirely different within a Silver play than they are in Miller’s. Linda Loman of Death of Salesman is a beautiful, poetic character, but she is only defined by her relationship to Willy, and more importantly, Linda is devoid of any flaws. She is a prefect human being who lives for her husband. One of Silver’s most progressive and vital attributes within his plays is the relationship between tragedy and his fully formed female characters within the family drama. First, it should be said that Silver’s female characters are so complete they are reminiscent of the women of Tennessee Williams. They are flawed, they are not idealized, and they are constantly fighting against their circumstances. Silver does not write quiet women who mourn sweetly, Silver writes almost visceral and forceful women. The tragedies that Silver’s women find themselves in are either self inflicted or if they are affected by outside forces, Silver gives them the power to use their own neurosis in order to escape it. He does not force anything upon them; therefore, they are never portrayed as weak victims. This is very contradictory to the female characters of Arthur Miller in his tragic form. Even in Pterodactyls where the tragedy is forced upon the character of Emma, Silver gives her the ability to escape it. After her estranged brother, Todd, returns home and sleeps with her fiancĂ© giving him aids, and in turn infecting Emma and her unborn baby, she kills herself with a gun her brother gives her as a wedding present on her wedding day. However, throughout the play it is established that Emma has no memory of anything and is therefore unable to feel direct pain by any of these circumstances. She does not even recognize her brother. It is not until she kills herself that she has the ability to remember. In a speech from the grave, Emma recounts everything that has happened to her but is not sad; she is happy to be able to remember.
Hello everybody. I’m dead. How are you? I’m glad I killed myself. I’m not recommending it for others mind you…But its worked out me…I can’t thank Todd enough for giving me the gun, because for the first time, I’m happy. The pain is gone and I remember everything. (2.2.65)
This speech that is delivered after Emma has killed herself ends of being the most coherent and happiest statements of the entire play. She is aware of what has happened but she is free to remember the life she lived before her brother destroyed her. She is able to experience tragedy on her own terms, unlike the character of Linda Loman who has no option.
As opposed to the family Matriarchs of the past who are victims of outsides forces and are powerless, Silver’s women always take matters into their own hands. In Raised in Captivity, Hilary, a psychiatrist, who was made wealthy after her father died, leaving her a chain of motor homes, is completely trapped within her inability to accept the state of the world. Hilary wants more than anything to be able to take a vow of poverty. Yet, she finds after giving up all her things that she is drawn to appliance stores and can’t stop dreaming about buying microwaves. “I am wretchedness itself. That is why I have decided to put my eyes out with this screwdriver. Excuse me” (2.6.51). Indeed, she does put her eyes out in true Greek fashion. Hilary, very obviously, takes control of what she deems to be an out-of- control life by being able to carry out her own version of the Oedipus tragedy.


Fig 3. Red Stitch’s Hilary prepares to put out her eyes. (2003)
She finds that she is unable to balance her lack of religion and heavy feelings of guilt because of the privilege she was born into, and how the rest of the worlds live mainly in poverty. As tragedy is classically considered the highest form of drama, it says a lot that a female character is able to do such a thing. Unlike the majority of female characters of the American stage, Hilary is able to makes the choice of putting her eyes out with a screwdriver. Instead of being done to, Nicky Silver’s women are constantly doing.
In Nicky Silver’s dramas the fathers and brothers are anything but responsible or reliable and are in sharp contrast to the heavy concern of survival or loyalty to the family made famous by Miller and others. The male characters are entirely willing to turn on their family in order to achieve their objective. While Silver’s female characters are usually trapped within circumstances of their own design, Silver’s male characters are trapped more by their desires and their occasional aggressive pursuit of whatever it is they desire. Male character are always in pursuit of women, or depending on character, men, and they will always follow their carnal desires without concern for anyone else. The men, aware of this phenomenon never falter in continuing to pursue what they may not have. It is when they get what they want, and are knowingly doing something negative by pursuing someone they shouldn’t that things can and will go horribly wrong with the plays.
By Silver’s own admission his plays only work when in the hands of actors who understand their mixed nature. Or as he puts it, naturalistic actors who may have been able to tackle Death of a Salesman, may not work as well in his family dramas. As they will have trouble capturing the highs and lows and will not be able to switch both in the middle of lines in the drop of a hat. Silver writes for smart, versatile actors, who understand that while they can not be naturalistic they do need to be honest human beings. Therefore, they can not ‘act’ natural they must simply be honest in the most extreme of circumstances. “ Because my plays have a lot of style, you need to know how to play various styles and remain emotionally connected and appreciate how the styles rub up against each other” (qtd. in Sarvan 225), confesses Silver. Silver actors need to understand realist acting, but they also need to consider that human behavior in Silver’s play use other means of getting at the truth of a character.
Ultimately, it is Nicky Silver’s blatant disregard for genre and labels that make him an effective, important, and unique voice in American theatre. By abandoning all literary appropriate forms of playwriting, he creates characters that are brutally honest and compelling with all the tragedy of the Greeks and humanity of the Lomans. Nicky Silver still offers the American realist family drama, just with a heavy aftertaste. If Arthur Miller created the American kitchen sink drama then Nicky Silver put it through the garbage disposal. Silver Shreds genre and theatrical style alike in order to create the perfect modern mash up of the new American family drama play in a style clearly relevant to the American theatre.

Works Cited
Evans, Richard. Raised in Captivity. Australia, Melbourne. Red Stitch Actor's Theatre Company. 01 Apr. 2009
Kusnetz, Sam. Pterodactlys. Oregon, Portland. Pterodactlys. TheatreVertigo Company. .
Miller, Arthur. "Tragedy and the Common Man." The Wadsworth Anthology of Drama. By W. B. Worthen. 5th ed. Boston: Heinle, 2006. 1299-300.
Piepenburg, Erik. "A New Play and Much Else to Worry About." The New York Times 20 Aug. 2008. 01 Apr. .
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Communications Group, 1996.
Silver, Nicky. In Their Company Portraits of American Playwrights. Comp. Ken Collins. Minneapolis: Umbrage Editions, 2006.
Silver, Nicky. Playwright's voice American dramatists on memory, writing, and the politics of culture. Comp. David Sarvan. New York: Theatre Communications Group, 1999.
Silver, Nicky. Pterodactyls. New York: Dramatists Play Service, 1994.
Silver, Nicky. Raised in captivity. New York: Theatre Communications Group, 1995.
Silver, Nicky. The Maiden's Prayer. New York: Dramatists Play Service, 1998.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Raz's Adventure!

I was part of Team Blawesome AKA the Feaginites, and did the super sweet Raz the saber tooth kitten ice jumping video game. I’ll be honest, when I heard that we would be required to do a group art project, I was not excited. Most people are surprised to find out that I, despite all public appearances and performances, I’m actually extremely shy when it comes to dealing with people one on one. I still think that anyone that enjoys jumping into the skin of other human beings probably isn’t the most comfortable or secure person. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy collaboration, but I enjoy it with people I know and trust. I need to be able to trust the people I’m working with, especially a director, because I find acting to be very intimate, at least in my work. Whenever I work with a new director it takes me awhile to sort of allow myself to sink in. I always end up surprising directors as they can’t understand someone who is so out going in the audition process, and then is a mouse for the first few days of rehearsal. However, working with David, Brian, and Katherine was a very satisfying experience. I think being in the theatre it is easy to forget the outside art world. When we first starting talking about what we would to make and the idea of video game came out, I was a little worried. Because, there are few things I know less about than video games. Except for cars. I know absolutely nothing about the magic of the automobile. Anyway, my ignorance for gaming is not for any pretentious reasons, I just get bored and I’m horrible at them. I very dislike being bad at things. When we first starting working together I was surprised how random we all seemed to be. The section of the power point that detailed out brain storming conversations—wasn’t a joke; we definitely discussed all those things in detail. I do however wish that we would have had more time to work on it, as my main contribution the actual voice over, as it was planned to be, didn’t get to happen. We just didn't have time.In researching voice over work I was very struck with the connections I found there to be with mask work.

The voice over actors are able to create in complete freedom. Much like constructing a character from thin air.
I did however, help out in the thought process and I did a lot of research on my own in the voice over area and I did work out everything I would have done. I kept Raz's ever changing image on my wall and began working on his voice. It sounded like my little brother used to, when he was 11, and if he were British. I have no idea why that emerged. But it did!



I’m not sure without all of us in this group if we would have come up with the game we did. I now have massive respect for game design and graphic designers, what David and Katherine did was really incredible in making all our crazy ideas become a tangible ice jumping creature, and Brian for fleshing out the story.

Because I sadly was unable to do the voice for Raz I thought I would include the completed character work I did for my voice over class.

The Script:

First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies,
Next tell me what's always the last thing to mend,
The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally give me the sound often heard,
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?





This is my favorite Harry Potter creature!
Character Voice Worksheet
Name: I have many names, but I prefer to be called Shesmetet Isis. Shesmetet is after the female lion deity of war and Isis for the deity of purity.
Source: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Age: Age does not apply to me. I am as old as the world.
Height: 6’2. But I’m over 12 feet on my hind legs.
Body Type: Very muscular. But it’s Lean muscle like a dancer.
Appearance: Half lioness, half gorgeous woman. I have the full body of a lion but I have a female face and neck. My mane is a mixture of Blond human hair and a lion’s mane. My tail works as an extension of my limbs. It’s part of my allure. Very intense dark green eyes that fix on to my prey. Unrelenting.
Energy: Menacing. As if at any moment I could leap and attack you. We are very violent creatures. Hence, why I was put in the maze.
Placement: Vertical: Very, very low. Almost like a continuous growl. I’m a lion not a kitty! From the chest.
Quality: A little gravel. But not for a old affect. More of a growl affect.
Horizontal: Growls that resonate from the center.
Pitch characteristics: Centered in that the pitch doesn’t change from the low register.
Vocal dynamics: Tempo/ Rate: slow, contrived. Always hunting.
Rhythm /Inflection: A little sing song, it is a riddle after all. Melodic. But it is also governed by my interest in my potential prey…Almost as if I am casting a spell on them. Stun them. So I can eat them.
Attitude/ tone: Badass. Powerful. When I’m around everyone takes notice. Or else.
Emotion: Excited. I am probably going to eat you. There’s no way this Harry Potter knows the answer to the riddle.
Volume: I don’t need to yell to make a statement. Everyone listens. My volume may get louder as I get closer…
Physicalization: Stance: Hunched over, ready to pounce.
Walk: Sly, fixing on to a target. Speed varies. Feline like obviously.
Laugh: More of a hungry growl. Only comes out when I am pleased.
Body: Strong. Very strong. Dangerously strong.
Hands/Arms: I have paws. I like to extend my claws as I get excited.
Mouth Work: Bottom Lip pulled down, like an eternal growl.
Dialect/ Accent/impediment: Sucking air in, in order to create a quiet growl before I begin a new part of the riddle.
Color: Maroon. Sound: Cello. Haunting but fierce.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Lights in the Sky: NIN Tour 2008




* All photos were taken by me.Which is nothing to sneeze at considering I was also punching and being punching in the pit while taking pictures.






Last year marked the twentieth anniversary of Nine Inch Nails. As I fan since I was a twelve years old, I have constantly cursed the horrible fate I had growing up in the 1990s. I wish I could have been in my twenties in, say, 1993 and then experienced Trent Reznor (the man who is NIN) in all his skinny black leathered fishnet glory. However, since the commercial peak of NIN has past I get to enjoy Trent minus the cocaine and depression. Meaning that now he throws himself entirely into music in order to stay healthy. Last year, I attended three of the Lights in the Sky shows. First, at Lollapalooza in Chicago, The Forum at Englewood, and finally, I caught the closing show in Las Vegas at the Planet Hollywood.



I have always been drawn to the theatricality that Reznor captures in his music and videos. It should be of no surprise that he actually has a small background in musical theatre. Lights in the Sky was one of the most thrilling beautifully designed shows I have ever seen. Reznor and his art director Rob Sheridan (I highly recommend checking out his work and blog) work extensively with the technical designers Moment Factory of the mind-blowing Cirque De Soleil to give the each song an entire story arch. MF and NIN worked perfectly together as MF's tagline is 'Music for your Eyes' and NIN clearly took them up on this.







The set list looked something like this with occasional bonuses. ------------999,999 1,000,000 Letting You Discipline March of the Pigs Head Down The Frail Closer (The Only Time) Gave Up The Warning Vessel 5 Ghosts I 17 Ghosts II* 19 Ghosts III* Ghosts Piggy The Greater Good Pinion Wish Terrible Lie Survivalism The Big Comedown 31 Ghosts IV Only The Hand That Feeds Head Like A Hole Echoplex Reptile God Given Hurt In This Twilight ---------------The concert began with the new tracks that were just released from The Slip and then slowly shifted into some crowd favorites from The Downward Spiral. (Which I might add, is ranked as one of the greatest heavy albums of all time) Then the set list comes jumps back and forth from Year Zero, Ghosts, Broken, With Teeth and back to the aforementioned albums above.




What made the concert so powerful was the way all the songs were deconstructed to their core meanings for the stage. As mentioned in the first video clip, Reznor wanted the stage to be an instrument that he could play. The set included three giant LCD screens unlike anything I have ever seen before. The screens were able move, contort, and create new images based on the song. Take for example the series of songs from the album Year Zero. Year Zero is a concept that criticizes contemporary policies of the United States Government (the Bush years) by presenting a dystopian vision of the year 2022. The screens adapted to portray the world of Year Zero. This can be seen in the first video clip titled 'The Good Solider'. The same screen would move down stage in front of the band for songs like ‘Only’. (Discussed a bit in the clip from Moment factory).




Technically the show was extremely impressive. However, as someone who attends a lot of concerts, I can safely say that no matter how intense the bells and whistles are, that nothing can make up for a remarkable performance. Reznor and Co. did not disappoint. For the three shows I attended all four brought everything they had to the table. Reznor’s music ranges from fist pumping screaming industrial to soft gothic piano melodies to distorted and catchy beats, and the Lights in the Sky tour gave the music the epic landscapes it deserves.





Saturday, February 14, 2009

Brechtian Punk Cabaret of the Indie Goth Persuasion: The 'Oasis' Controversy




I first became acquainted with Amanda Palmer when I was leisurely perusing a rack of albums at an Amoeba in Austin, Texas. When I saw this cover:



It was the cover for the 2003 self titled album of The Dresden Dolls. Needless to say, I had to buy it. It just jumped out at me from the sea of boring covers. The Dresden Dolls hail from Boston and their music is anything but mainstream with topics that range from abortion (pro-choice) suicide, transgendered issues, gay and lesbian topics to just plain old love. The duo consists of Amanda Palmer (Piano,vocals, assorted) and Brian Viglione (Drums, percussion, vocals). I was immediately drawn to their dark theatrical style that permeated from the music. Palmer has an extensive background in theatre including a BA from Wesleyan and has been quoted as saying that she thinks first as a performer. My interest in the duo was further intensified when the Dolls opened for my favorite band Nine Inch Nails. They were hand picked by Trent Reznor himself after he heard only one of their songs.


They developed a large cult following most likely because of their encouragement of a fan based performance art. The two dressed in fancy elaborate costumes and makeup that helped further push the cabaret/theatre aesthetic. The band’s genre is referred to as ‘punk Brechtian cabaret’. A term created by Palmer because she was terrified of being placed in a ‘pop Goth’ genre with Marilyn Manson and the like.

The Dresden Dolls are currently on hiatus leaving Palmer and Viglione up to their own solo projects. ‘Who Killed Amanda Palmer?’ is Amanda Palmer’s first solo foray and is produced by Indie darling Ben Folds. Palmer doesn't stray far from her root. In fact, she goes even farther.



My interest in Palmer as an artist is that she refuses to white wash anything and she wears her causes proudly on her sleeve. She is an active participant and performer for gay rights and pro choice fund raisers and remains herself, an open book. Palmer obviously understands the history of cabaret and firmly associates herself with the flamboyant underdog protest nature of the aesthetic. In one of her new songs ‘Oasis’, Palmer sings about a young girl who is raped and who goes with her best friend to get an abortion, who gets through the traumatic experience all thanks to her preoccupation with the British pop band Oasis. Interestingly, the tune of the song is incredibly light hearted and happy and reminiscent of a Beach Boy’s song. The subject matter of the song, and the upbeat way it was portrayed in the video, proved to be too much for broadcasters in the United Kingdom. Palmer received an e-mail while she was in the U.K. from her label there explaining that "all" of the TV outlets in the U.K. had refused to play the video due to its "making light of rape, religion, and abortion." Palmer, in response, reached out to her fans via a lengthy message on her blog which was posted by the Huffington Post:

“I sat down one day in or around 2002 and wrote a tongue-in-cheek, ironic, up-tempo pop song about a girl who got drunk, date raped, and had an abortion. She sings about these things lightly and happily and says that she doesn't care that these things have happened to her because Oasis, her favorite band, have just sent her an autographed photo in the mail. If you cannot sense the irony in this song, you're about two intelligence points above a kumquat. I recorded this song with Ben Folds (who is way more intelligent than a kumquat) for my record. He produced the song to sound fantastically happy -- a beach-boys style number complete with ba ba ba back-up vocals. Then I made a video with Michael Pope that portrayed a very literal play-by-play of what was being related in the song. This all made perfect sense to me and wasn't in any way calculated to offend. It was created to be funny and dark.”


Palmer goes on to argue that if she were to slow the song down and perform it in a minor key then perhaps the UK radio would be happy. That it is the conflict of interest within the song, how we wish to categorize things we deem as 'dark' differently than with things we deem as human.

"In the US in 1996, about 1.3 million women had an abortion, half of them under the age of 25. And I can assure you, there were approximately 1.3 million different reactions, experiences and stories behind those abortions. Countless girls have been raped or date-raped. Are we allowed to talk about it, joke about it, turn it over from every side and try to figure out our own confused reaction to it? Or is that just too icky, uncomfortable... and shameful?
Or should we just cry about it demurely and hope that the proper reaction, the one that society deems appropriate, will make things go away? Come on."




Whatever you think about the video it can certainly be argued that it says alot about who a person is in how they respond. Are we going to ignore the darkness of life? Drown in out in a minor key? Or are we willing to deal with it, in whatever way seems fit for us personally? I'd rather confront it.