You’ve been working with Murphy on the Dylan Thomas film, The Edge of Love?
It all came about very last minute [she replaced Lindsay Lohan, who dropped out] and turned out to be fantastic, working with Keira Knightley and Matthew Rhys and Cillian, running around the Welsh hills. It was spring, the bluebirds were out, and the lambs were being born—so it was this magical time of year. It’s kind of a dreamy project, about friendship and love and all those gorgeous things that girls like …
Isn’t there some reckless romantic story—and you play Thomas’s lover?
No, Keira plays the other woman. I’m just the boring old wife.
A far cry from Edie. The Weinsteins were pushing hard for an Oscar for you last year, but it didn’t pan out. Why?
I was still shooting scenes a week before Factory Girl came out. If you’re going to attempt to do a campaign, you need to have time to do it, and we didn’t. We’d already committed to a release that was unrealistic, and the film wasn’t ready. I mean, it’s lovely to have Harvey believe in you, and he was fantastic to me, but at the end of the day, it’s about how people respond to the work you’re doing.
You’ve said the press treats you unfairly. Here are the nine most recent articles about you, courtesy of Google News.
Oh, no, I don’t want to know.
“Sienna Miller’s Love Affair With Wine.”
“Is Sienna Miller Too Skinny?,” “Knightley and Miller’s High-Calorie Curry Diet,” “Sienna Miller Dumped by James Burke,” “Sienna Miller Tags After Uninterested Jude Law,” “Sienna Miller and Keira Knightley Swap Parties for Board Games,” “Sienna Miller Tries to Bribe Barman,” “Fashion Disaster: Sienna Miller,” and “Sienna Miller’s F-Word Fury at the Paparazzi.”
Oh, God, it makes me feel sick.
So they’re not all true? Not even the board games?
Keira and I played Perudo, a Mexican dice game, while we were in Wales. A curry diet? Absolutely not true. I’m not too skinny—definitely not at the moment. Oh—don’t ever read that to me again. Absolute crap. Mental! Anyway, I’ll go upstairs and hang myself right now.
Nothing rings a bell?
Well, I have told the paparazzi to fuck off—that sounds like something I’d do.