
Kiki Smith’s “Bowed Woman” tries to hide in the corner in shame for being part of Jeff Koons show at the New Museum (photo by twi-ny/mdr)
SELECTIONS FROM THE DAKIS JOANNOU COLLECTION
New Museum of Contemporary Art
235 Bowery at Prince St.
Wednesday-Sunday through June 6
Admission: $12 (free Thursday nights 7:00 – 9:00)
212-219-1222
www.newmuseum.org
For “Skin Fruit,” the new multimedia exhibition at the New Museum, guest curator Jeff Koons rounds up many of the usual suspects — Matthew Barney, Charles Ray, Urs Fischer, Chris Ofili, Terence Koh, Cindy Sherman, Paul Chan, Takashi Murakami, Paul McCarthy, Kara Walker, Richard Prince, Franz West, and Jenny Holzer — but has chosen some of their uglier work, resulting in a monstrosity of a show. The sculptures, paintings, video, and performances were all selected from the collection of New Museum trustee Dakis Joannou. Of course, while it is possible that Koons didn’t really have that much to work with and that the show is more indicative of Joannou’s tastes than Koons’s, that doesn’t excuse this uninspired, crowded wreck, perhaps exemplified by John Bock’s first-floor installation, “Maltratierte Fregatte,” centering on a purposefully smashed bus, or even more by Kiki Smith’s “Mother/Child” sculpture in which a man is playing his own skin flute. There are a couple of excellent rooms, however, one designed by Robert Gober and the other pairing Maurizio Cattelan’s “All” white body bags with a woman singing “This is propaganda,” then telling visitors that it is by Tino Sehgal. “Skin Fruit” pales in comparison to the other current celebrity-curated show in town, “Size Does Matter,” the two-floor FLAG Art Foundation exhibit put together by basketball star Shaquille O’Neal. Coincidentally enough, Koons has included in “Skin Fruit” his own “One Ball Total Equilibrium Tank,” the first artwork acquired by Joannou and one that features a basketball suspended in a tank of water. (Koons has also curated the current Ed Paschke exhibit at the Gagosian Gallery on Madison Ave., which runs through April 24; Koons worked as an assistant to the late Chicago painter, explaining, “Ed Paschke taught me what it meant to be a professional artist.”)
Friday, March 26 A Proposition by Rodney McMillian: 13 unrelated ideas, lecture, $8, 7:00
Saturday, March 27 A Proposition by Rodney McMillian: 13 unrelated ideas, guest speaker response at 12 noon, performance featuring McMillian, Tracie D. Morris, and Chicava HoneyChild at 3:00, $8
Thursday, April 1 Get Weird: Mick Barr + Infinite Body, $12, 7:00
Saturday, April 3 First Saturdays for Families — Skin Fruit: Why Trash It?, free, 10:00 am




A huge hit in its native Quebec – the film was so successful that Kathleen Kennedy and Frank Marshall will be producing an English-language remake for Sony next year – FATHERS AND GUNS is a goofy action comedy set in the world of cops and gangsters. When one of their agents, Jeff Tremblay (Hubert Proulx), is captured by an anarchistic biker gang, experienced hero cop Jacques Laroche (Michel Côté) is determined to get him back, preferably without the help of his son, Marc (baby-faced comedian Louis-José Houde), a young police sharpshooter who was unable to protect Jeff in the first place. Jacques continually abuses Marc, especially in front of the other officers, who include Geneviève (Caroline Dhavernas), who is in the process of breaking up with Marc. The team decides the only way to get Jeff back is to find a snitch, so they go after the bikers’ powerful lawyer, Charles Bérubé (Rémy Girard), who is about to head off on an adventure retreat to reconnect with his troubled son, Tim (Patrick Drolet). Much to his dismay, Jacques is ordered to attend the same retreat with his son, both undercover, where they are expected to share their feelings and do other things together that rile Jacques and his overt manliness. But it soon looks like they’re not the only father-son team with a different agenda. Directed by Émile Gaudreault (MAMBO ITALIANO), who cowrote the script with Ian Lauzon, FATHERS AND GUNS is sort of a Canadian ANALYZE THIS, with psychotherapy working its way into the lives of a pair of strong, proud men having difficulties with their sons. It’s a pleasing little film that never quite goes over the top, though it does come close, and it does feature one of the strangest scenes of the year, involving nipples, but enough said….

