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SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT

Rock on, Josie. You know we all want to see the good guys win. Thirty-two years after her dangerous curves and crazy sound made her the biggest star to ever emerge from the suburbs of Riverdale, the original red rocker, one Ms. Josie McCoy, finally makes her big-screen debut. And while it s really hard to be too enthusiastic about what must be the most disingenuous creation in all of creation, it s hard not to like Josie and the Pussycats, Universal Pictures latest bit of appropriated pop culture. If I were bucking to get my name on the movie poster I d say it s slyly self-aware, unassuming in its garishness, and, in its own way, very nearly perfect. What I mean by that, of course, is that for a 60s comic strip turned 70s Saturday morning cartoon come to extra perky life on the big screen in 2001 it could be a whole lot worse.

The Pussycats were invented by that wholesome bunch from Archie Comics who gave us Betty and Veronica, Archie, Moose, Jughead, and any number of other nonthreatening teenage stereotypes. As you might imagine, as rockers go Josie and the Pussycats were never terribly rebellious. Over time they steadily evolved into groovy, Scooby Doo-style sleuths, playing their hearts out then knocking the stuffing out of bad guys all the while wearing their cute kitty-cat ears and their leopard-spotted bikini tops. For girls, the Pussycats became positive role models with Barbie-like figures, naturally but for prepubescent boys, the G-rated comic might as well have been porn. A single sight gag in the film referencing the non-feline connotations of the word pussy drives that particular point home with a bullet. This is, however, the raciest moment in a not too racy film that received a PG-13 rating for mild sensuality. And while these new celluloid Pussycats do wear some mighty revealing outfits, they seem like modest Amish frocks compared to the skimpy duds they wore in the funny pages.

Although the look has been updated, the Josie and the Pussycats film is an Archie Comic come to life in every way. You sense the moral coming from the second the first guitar chord sounds. In this case it s an object lesson about marketing and mass media aimed at the eternally status-obsessed teenager. The poor Pussycats, who have been playing on the streets for tips, are chased away by the police when they quite literally bump into evil talent agent Wyatt Frame (played with slimy two-dimensional gusto by Alan Cumming), who s desperate to locate the next big thing. Within a week of their encounter the Pussycats are the next big thing, with the number-one record in the country and legions upon legions of fans. It all seems too good to be true, and it is. You see, the record company is in cahoots with a secret government agency to keep the nation s economy strong by hiding subliminal messages in the Pussycat s music that turns teenagers into mindless consumption machines. Corporate logos for Coke, McDonald s, and Target cover nearly every on-screen surface, and scenes depicting poor, hypnotized mall rats out shopping for more, more, and more have all the tacky texture of a John Waters film. It goes without saying that the Pussycats eventually discover their bosses plans for world domination and make plans to stop them.

Rachael Leigh Cook makes an ideal Josie. She s all sweetness and spunk with no edge to her at all. Bedazzling in her kitty ears and tail, she s every inch a bubblegum fantasy with her sexy sneer and low-slung guitar. Rosario Dawson and Tara Reid are likewise well-cast as the sensitive and brainy Val and the dippy Mel. But make no mistake, this is Parker Posey s show. As Fiona the wicked music producer, Posey lisps comic venom at every turn while slinking about in what appears to be a Valium-induced haze. And she s not really evil at heart, it s just it s just sniff she always wanted to be popular in school, but she never was.

Though there is no way to review any major Hollywood production that warns of the evils of product placement with a straight face, there isn t anything wrong with a film that encourages kids to worry less about consuming products their favorite stars use and to focus more on doing their own thing. Still, you have to realize that the whole thing is a commercial for a soundtrack, action figures, and Josie-style headbands, not to mention Target, Coke, and McDonald s.

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TOURIST TRAPS

At a conference on how to promote heritage in the South, Cheryl Hargrove, a tourist consultant from St. Simon s Island, Georgia, was recently quoted as saying that an area s historical sights must be actually, precisely what [they] claim to be. In spite of Hargrove s advice no efforts have been made to reintroduce yellow fever into the neighborhoods around Memphis Bayou Gayoso, nor has the National Civil Rights Museum petitioned MATA, asking that African Americans ride in the back of all buses routed past the Lorraine Motel. Sure it s dangerous and degrading business, but hey it s for the tourists.

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tuesday, april 24th

Audie Smith and Erik Valentino at French Quarter Suites.

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QUACK QUACK, I LOVE YOU

The Memphis-based conservation group Ducks Unlimited is in the process of launching a $1.3 million study to help them learn why Wisconsin s mallard population is growing. We can t help but think that this is an awful lot of money to spend in order to find out that ducks like to do it.

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CENTER COURT

Dr. Shirley Raines, the new president of the University of Memphis, was introduced to the general public at the U of M-Marquette basketball game, a detail of some significance.

Raines will preside over a sprawling campus, some 20,000 students, and a $253 million annual budget. But if you’re going to see and be seen at the U of M or most any other NCAA Division I university, you do it at a football or basketball game.

Let the record show that Raines, a graduate of Bells (Tennessee) High School, UT-Martin, and UT-Knoxville, is the first president of the University of Memphis who is (A) a woman and (B) one of the few who is not a former jock.

“But my husband [Robert Canady] went to college on a football scholarship and was probably the only art major on the team,” she said with a laugh over coffee recently.

An admitted sports fan and once a novice tennis player, Raines will face the task of getting the U of M in the news more for something besides the firing of football coach Rip Scherer or the hiring of basketball coach John Calipari, the two big stories of Year 2000.

Sports sometimes seems to be the tail that wags the dog on college campuses. At the U of M, the athletic department budget is $17 million, or about 7 percent of the overall university budget. There are just 250 scholarship athletes on campus, or barely 1 percent of the student body. The bulk of the athletic budget goes to the care and feeding of the 90 or so who are on the men’s football and basketball teams.

Taking this distillation process one step further, only the basketball team, with eight scholarship players, actually makes money. And over that program is Coach John Calipari, who outearns President Raines, her predecessor Lane Rawlins, and every professor on campus by a wide margin. The reason, of course, is that Calipari is a celebrity paid on an entertainment scale. He and his Tigers can, on a good night, put more than 15,000 people in The Pyramid and attract the cameras of ESPN and the ravings of announcer Dick Vitale. No such acclaim greets a new university president,

unless he or she is occupying a seat in the stands. Raines assumes her duties in July. Her tenure should be interesting, not least because of the outsized importance of the U of M’s basketball and football programs in a metropolitan area of one million people and zero major-league sports teams.

Raines hails most recently from the College of Education at the University of Kentucky, one of the half-dozen most storied basketball schools in the country. While she was there, UK won a national championship under Coach Rick Pitino, the John Calipari of his day. Before that, Raines was a professor and department chair at the University of South Florida.

Sportswise, the University of Memphis sits somewhere between the two, aspiring to compete with the Kentuckys but often relegated to the ranks of the South Floridas.

Ironically, the U of M athletic department, dogged in the past by an outlaw reputation, is of late benefitting from an infusion of football talent transferring from Kentucky and the University of Alabama, the outlaws du jour.

And in basketball, Memphis seems poised to catapult into the Top Ten next season thanks to super-recruit Dajuan Wagner of Camden, New Jersey. His coming to Memphis was assured by the hiring of Calipari, who in turn hired the young man’s father, Milt Wagner, as an assistant coach. Already Tiger fans have visions of Final Fours, sell-out crowds at The Pyramid, and lucrative network television appearances even if Dajuan Wagner, should he prove equal to his press clippings, probably won’t play more than a year or two before turning professional.

There is one enthusiastic new U of M basketball fan who does not have such visions, at least not yet Ñ Shirley Raines. When I asked her at breakfast two days after her appointment if she knew who Dajuan Wagner was, she said no. Who is he? Never heard of him.

Well, she will soon enough.

She had, however, met Calipari the day before and the meeting had gone well.

“He said, ‘I’m glad to be working for you.’ I think he’s wonderful,” Raines reported. “Athletes come [to a university] to be with great coaches, just like I hope our students come to be with great teachers.”

The new president said star athletes should be treated as students and graduate with degrees, “but if salaries do not rise for our faculty, then we will not have faculty stars.”

Athletics, she says, “must pay its own way and must not take revenue away from the academic side.” She believes the athletic department can break even, not necessarily by ticket sales, but by combining ticket revenue with contributions, branding, and merchandising. A well-rounded program, she adds, must include good programs for women and minor sports.

That’s easier said than done. Two years ago the University of Michigan ran a deficit with a budget of $48 million and one of the most marketable brands in sports. Former University of Michigan President James Duderstadt wrote a book, Intercollegiate Athletics and the American University, which concludes that the marriage of big-time sports and higher education may be impossible.

“We have no business being in the entertainment business,” Duderstadt wrote. “We must either reform and restructure intercollegiate athletics . . . or spin big-time football and basketball off as independent, professional, and commercial enterprises.”

Some local sports boosters doubt whether U of M athletics can break even but strongly believe it must go first class in football and basketball anyway.

“It’s very important that the new president be sports friendly in the current college environment to be competitive,” says Rick Spell, past president of the board of the Tiger Club. “We have already seen what happens when you underfund sports. It looks underfunded and shoddy.”

Raines seems disinclined to rock the boat, at least not right away. But she is no naif, either. At Kentucky, she worked closely with the director of academic programs for student athletes and with coaches in organizing community service projects for athletes. At a Memphis press conference she was asked if she could fire a football coach, and she replied, “You bet your boots.”

I asked if she could fire a basketball coach, too.

“I could fire any coach, if there was cause,” she replied.

She didn’t hesitate and she didn’t blink.

[This story originally appeared in Memphis magazine.]

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monday, april 23rd

The Memphis Redbirds are playing Colorado Springs tonight. B.B. King plays at his namesake club tonight and tomorrow night.

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SO THIS IS WHAT THEY MEAN BY FREE PUBLICITY

Next season the team will almost certainly play in Memphis, where Federal Express will reportedly pay $125 million to call the club the Express, to festoon the players in FedEx colors (orange and blue) and to retain naming rights to a $250 million arena financed largely by taxpayers, who would have no say in the matter. Now that s basketball.

— Steve Rushin in his Sports Illustrated column which argues that the Vancouver Grizzly fans deserved better than they got from the NBA.

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JAMBALAYA

TRUE COLORS

The whole world was watching.

The white people of Mississippi had a chance to send a message that would help erase over 100 years of bad publicity. They had a chance to repudiate the fact that before the Civil War, Mississippi had more slaves than any other state, that it was the site of some of the most gruesome violence of the civil rights movement as the white citizens of the Magnolia State did everything they could to resist giving black citizens the right to eat, live, and go to school wherever they chose.

They blew it. The white people of Mississippi have spoken loud and clear. “Tradition” means more to them than any sense of justice, belated though it may have been.

Like the bumper sticker says: “Forget, Hell!”

BRING ON THE WHO

I have been driven back to rock-and-roll in the past few days. I usually keep my car radio tuned to sports talk shows, but lately there has been entirely too much talk of golf, NASCAR, and outdoors. Those, at least to me, are deadly boring subjects for sports talk shows. After this weekend’s NFL draft what will the hosts talk about?

Having sat in the host’s chair a few times myself, I can sympathize. The secret to making a local talk show lively is not to rely too heavily on callers. Let’s face it, there are only about 15 listeners who call the local shows and we have heard plenty from them. With WMC 790 throwing their hat into the sports talk ring next month, we should get more national talk shows on the air. That’s good. Sports 56 (WHBQ) will be joining The Sporting News network as WMC takes away several of their national shows (including Jim Rome).

We’ll see if the changes can keep the sports talk junkies listening through the dog days of July and until college football talk heats up. If not it will be Led Zeppelin for me.

IF YOU CAN’T BEAT THEM . . .

You may have noticed the latest entry into Memphis’ crowded free-circulation newspaper landscape. Memphis Publishing Company, publisher of The Commercial Appeal, now has a number of racks around town with free copies of their Friday “Playbook” entertainment section inside. This is a typical response from daily newspapers when forced to compete with free alternative weeklies (like the Flyer). The only thing about the strategy that is questionable, is why it took the company so many years to implement it.

The idea is simple. Daily newspapers have seen their circulation steadily decrease for more than a decade. Meanwhile free alternative weeklies have been successful with their mix of news, politics, and entertainment listings. One way to combat those trends is to put the weekly entertainment section that is in the newspaper anyway out on the street as a freebie.

Along with competition from alternative weeklies, daily papers are feeling the pressure of parent companies (in this case Cincinnati’s Scripps-Howard) to increase their profits. Some papers have reduced the size of their pages to cut cost and drive revenue. The C.A. did this a few months back.

Reportedly the company has hired two new account executives to sell ads for the “Playbook.” No doubt they will tout the free pickup at the “Playbook” boxes — which are mostly downtown and midtown — in addition to the daily paid circulation. One interesting question is whether The Commercial Appeal will put its considerable editorial resources into the product or be content to offer the same product for free. Stay tuned.

This and That . . .

Did you see the cover of Sports Illustrated this week? It features a shirtless Allen Iverson wearing a large chain around his neck, some low-riding shorts, and what looks like a dozen tattoos. Not exactly the poster boy NBA Now would like to portray the league they are trying to bring to town. . . . Speaking of the Grizzlies, check out the website www.hunttheowner.com. It presents the Vancouver perspective in an interesting and sometimes humorous light. . . . Rivals.com is the latest internet company to fold. The network of sports sites, ceased operations last week (you can still access their main site, but it is not being updated). The local affiliate of rivals.com was Tigerillustrated.com, a site devoted to University of Memphis athletics. The message boards are frequented by many hard-core Tiger fans, who will be happy to learn that Brian Parker (this week’s Flyer coverboy who runs the site) intends to keep Tigerillustated running. Parker says he is looking into affiliating with another network or keeping the site independent. . . . The news from Cleveland that Randy Whitman has been fired by the Cavs is good news for Cedric Henderson, the former East High and U of M star. Henderson’s minutes fell drastically this year under the first-year coach. Ced’s claim to fame is defense and Whitman was evidently not willing to overlook his lack of offense. . . . The U of M will soon announce a million-dollar deal with a Missouri firm. The arrangement will allow the company to publish the U of M’s game programs and sell sponsorships in exchange for $1 million. . . .

QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

“I don’t know why so many people are spending so much time talking about the NBA coming to Memphis. It either is going to happen or it isn’t. Talking about it doesn’t change anything.”

— overheard water cooler conversation reflecting the impotence many Memphians feel on this subject.

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sunday, april 22nd

If you want to suck the brains out of some boiled crustaceans, today s 9th Annual Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival & Gumbo Cook-Off down at Wagner and Beale is the place to be. And if you haven t seen the exhibit of photographs by Ernest Withers at Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, it s a must. Ditto for the Painters of Normandy exhibit at The Dixon Gallery & Gardens (not to mention the gardens themselves).

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GETTING DOWN WITH JIMMY NAIFEH

COVINGTON — Time was, when the annual Coon Supper hosted by Jimmy Naifeh and other members of the current House Speaker’s extended family was an end-of-legislative-session affair, a time for the hundreds of pols, junkies and hangers-on present to take stock and let it hang.

For the last couple of years, the event, held on the grounds and in the clubhouse of Covington Country Club, has come more or less mid-session, since mid-April these days is a full month or two (or maybe even three) short of adjournment.

And letting it hang anymore coincides with a sort of gallows humor appropriate to a state fiscal crisis that is still nowhere near solution.

State Representative Tre Hargett, a Bartlett Republican and a native of Ripley, was discussing the work-groups Naifeh has divided the House membership into, in an effort to come up with some sort of a budget solution before hell freezes over this summer.

As Hargett noted, the core groups are arranged according to party membership, but there is a periodic coming-together of Republican groups with their Democratic counterparts to compare notes. “You could call it a merging of the tribes, except that nobody gets voted off the island — not until next year anyhow,” deadpanned Hargett, referring the hit TV show Survivor.

State Rep. Mike Williams (D-Franklin) also talked about the discussion groups, and how it was inevitable that at some point, however distant, a solution to the fiscal crisis — however temporary — was bound to coalesce out of them.

Might that mean a sunsetted sales-tax increase, set to expire in 2003, that would generate some ad hoc revenue and force the gubernatorial candidates of next year to talk turkey about their post-election intentions?

“It could,” said Williams. “That was a problem with Governor Sundquist’s reelection campaign of 1998. He gave no notice of what the state’s fiscal problems were or of what his solutions might be. So when his proposals came, he hadn’t prepared the way. If you want a mandate, you’ve got to speak to it ahead of time. Just winning big by itself won’t do the trick.”

Getting Down

Sundquist himself was on the grounds, of course, wearing a patterned sport coat that was atypical for the normally blue- or gray-suited gov. Even when dressed down casually in the past, the governor has managed to look preternaturally tidy, but of late both his manner and his dress seem to have loosened up, as if suggesting that he has come to that point of his life that permits a letting go or maybe just some out-and-out Que Sera Sera fatalism.

Potential successors to Sundquist were on the grounds, too. A Democratic pair — U.S. Rep. Bob Clement of Nashville and former Nashville mayor Phil Bredesen — provided an interesting contrast, to each other as well as to Sundquist.

Both Clement and Bredesen seem (even more than the incumbent) to be restrained by a tightly wound internal leash, although the former mayor seems to have progressed more rapidly than the congressman at the art of ravelling out his personality to the end of personal contact. That’s impressive, in that Clement had something of a head start at the people game.

Traveling in the company of his 1994 main man Byron Trauger (a fact which, together with his appearance at the Coon Supper at all, suggests his seriousness about hazarding another go at the Governor’s Mansion), Bredesen (clad in sport coat and open collar) acknowledged that he felt able to be more laid back than once upon a time — say, during that first governor’s race seven years ago, when you could sometimes sense that his internal cables had locked up unpredictably.

“I was raised to keep a certain reserve,” said Bredesen, a MidWestern-born Scandinavian like Sundquist, “but as I’ve served in public life, I’ve really gotten to enjoy dealing with people more.” Okay, so that’s boilerplate, but it seems to be true in his case.

An interesting thing about Bredesen is that he’s preparing to run for governor, if he does (“and it’s no secret that I’m thinking about it”), as a fiscal conservative.

Just as when he played Scrooge to Sundquist’s first tax-reform proposals back in 1999, Bredesen is still saying that the belts, nuts, and bolts of state government need to be tightened first, and that there has been enough growth in revenue to keep the state going.

“Of course, I’ve always said that, as far as the type of taxes we might employ are concerned, the income tax is fairer than the sales tax. But it’s still an open question as to whether we might not have enough revenues to operate on without new taxes.”

Clement, who walked the grounds in a casual short-sleeve shirt, seemed — ironically and inconveniently enough — to be in one of his more introverted moods. In answer to a question as to whether it was still likely that he and GOP congressman Van Hilleary would be squaring off against each other next year, the still formally undeclared Clement allowed as how he guessed that might be the case, though he seemed troubled by the act of thinking about it — more, perhaps, out of concerns about Bredesen or his own fundraising than about the relatively distant threat of Hilleary (who, for the record, seems to be running a model campaign so far, at least organizationally).

If the Nashville congressman ever feels dominated by the shade of his famously more charismatic and oratorical late father, former Governor Frank Clement, it didn’t show in the way he beamed and at being reminded of his illustrious antecedent (although it could be possible that the wide smile and the professions of being “very, very proud” to be a scion of the line had more to do with a reckoning of the Clement name’s residual effect on voters; for the record, some doubt that much remains).

Note to both Clement and Bredesen: A supporter of the potential gubernatorial candidacy of former Democratic chairman Doug Horne of Knoxville was on hand to point out that Horne had an event planned for Jackson on Thursday morning and confided: “Don’t be surprised if he runs regardless of who else might be running.” The former chairman, of course, has pledged not to be a candidate if a Democratic candidate of stature (either Clement or Bredesen would qualify) chose to formally announce by next month.

‘The Bill-and-Terry Show’

Other aspirants for various position showed up at the Coon Supper — like Terry Harris, the deserving assistant District Attorney from Shelby County who thought he was going to win a Criminal Court Judgeship in Memphis three years ago and discovered too late that the man he was matched against TV star, Judge Joe Brown, who has since resigned from the bench but continues to perform in the highly successful syndicated show that bears his name. (Ironically, Brown, who passes for a hardnosed judge on television, was a relative pussycat in Shelby County Criminal Court.)

Ever since, a resigned, hurt look — almost like a permanent picket sign saying “UNFAIR” — seems to have settled into the facial features of Harris, who was at the Coon Supper with his boss, current District Attorney General Bill Gibbons. Things may look up for Harris at any time; he is probably the ranking candidate for U.S. District Attorney in the Western District. “That’s my situation,” he said when reminded (as if he needed it) that waiting for an appointment is more nerve-wracking than conducting an election campaign. In the latter situation, one has at least some theoretical control over events.

“When he’s named, we’re going to start having joint press conferences, like the old ‘Ev and Gerry Show,’ joked Gibbons. His reference was to the weekly press briefings conducted in the ’60s by the late U.S. Senate Majority Leader Everett Dirksen with then House Majority Leader (and later President) Gerald Ford.

Upon reflection, Gibbons reiterated that he was joking. (Actually, he probably isn’t; if the appointment comes through, watch for the Bill-and-Terry Show, and remember who told you.)

Harris has also received some mention for the vacant U.S. district judgeship still unfilled after the death of the late Jerome Turner. The leading candidate was that position was also on hand at Covington. This was former Sundquist legal adviser and CAO Hardy Mays of Memphis, who also uses jests to fend off the tension of waiting. “Sometimes. . . when I think about [the job], I think, ‘Judge not, lest you be judged,'” Mays quipped.

Naifeh’s Retort

Ah, judgement! It was pronounced, in quite determined form by the host, Speaker Naifeh, who was still clearly nettled by the way he was characterized by the media in the Big Story were bubbled up mid-week — his session-eve receipt of $26,000 for his “Speaker’s PAC” from representatives of the cash-advance industry, the same cash-advance industry which profited from a bill (supported by Naifeh and a majority of other legislators) which got passed in March, allowing the collection of bad-check fees on top of towering interest rates.

The Speaker repeated Thursday evening, as he had during a session with the Capitol Hill press that morning, that his PAC was meant to collect funds, not for himself, but for “pro-business” Democratic candidates.

And he reiterated as well that he would personally call in the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation if he thought that members were being improperly influenced by the cash-advance industry or any other.

But the Speaker felt obliged as well to chastise individual members of the media, two in particular who he thought had tried to show him up.

Of The Tennessean‘s Thursday morning coverage, Naifeh said, “That reporter . . . Sheila Wisner, she’s somebody I don’t even know, and she has to be pretty damn dumb to try to call me at my Covington office on Wednesday when the legislature is in sesssion. She ought to at least know I’m in Nashville and try to find me there instead of calling me where I’m not going to be and then saying that I ‘couldn’t be reached.’

And Naifeh had harsh words, too, for the News-Sentinel‘s Tom Humphrey, a manstay also of the Scripps-Howard News Service and a frequent contributor to Tennessee Politics. The Speaker acknowledged that Humphrey was a seasoned, respected reporter but complained of the way he had been approached, as Naifeh chracterized it, in the middle of his supervision of the budget work groups Wednesday.

“Now, Humphrey usually does okay by me, ” Naifeh said, “but I don’t know what the hell he thought he was doing tracking me down when I was on my way to the men’s room. He knows how consuming those budget sessions are, and how heavy we get into it, and how important that work we’re doing is, and I told him I didn’t have time to talk about anything else just then, and I was just taking enough time off to go to the men’s room, that I would talk to him later, and then he says that I ‘declined’ to answer him.”

Following that up with what may have been a grin or may have been a glower, or may have been a combination of both, Naifeh added, “He’ll get his payback.”