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LOTTERY SPONSORS SEEK WINNING NUMBER

from Nashville Bureau Report:

After flirting with the idea of a big gubernatorial press event to announce his own proposal for the lottery, Gov. Phil Bredesen retreated to the role of benevolent CEO and lobbed his wish list to his board of directors, the General Assembly.

On Tuesday a press conference had been scheduled to unveil the governor’s ideas for the lottery, after a week of executive trial balloons about cutting the anticipated lottery revenue in half and not enacting scholarships until 2004.

The press conference was canceled at the last minute and the governor used the Wednesday leadership conference to “make suggestions” to the Democratic leadership of the legislature. By Thursday afternoon even Sen. Steve Cohen (D-Memphis), the godfather of the lottery, had gotten the word.

Bredesen’s original disagreement had been over who gets to appoint the lottery board. In Georgia it’s the governor, in Tennessee it was to be the legislature. Bredesen wanted to appoint the board himself.

“I’ve been up here since Ray Blanton,” Cohen said last week, “and I feel like it’s similar to Ray Blanton in the matter of administrative arrogance and power. It’s something this lottery should not be exposed to. It should be fairness and fair play and a level playing field and be beyond politics.”

The governor’s target income for the first year, $100 million, was about half of Cohen’s guess. Cohen responded, “I don’t want to scale it back at all, but the governor’s talking about $100 million total [net proceeds available for scholarships], which might mean that kids only get two-thirds or three-fourths of a scholarship.”

By Thursday Cohen had his punch line down pat. “I look forward also to hearing from the governor – 741-4108 [Cohen’s office number].” It had gotten a laugh at Senate State & Local earlier in the week.

The governor “obviously is learning,” Cohen said. “We’ve been working on this, Jimmy [Naifeh] and I, for at least 18 years. So there is a learning curve. He’s catching up. I think some of his proposals aren’t ripe yet.”

“We’ve got a duty to provide scholarships, and ‘excess’ goes to other areas. Scholarships come first.That’s why I personally put the words ‘excess funds’ in there, so there would have to be an adequate scholarship program like Georgia’s because that’s what we’re patterned after. Not two-thirds scholarship program, whittle it down so you’ve got money for other things, possibly pork,” Cohen said.

“One hundred million dollars is unrealistic, that’s unrealistic. Two hundred million dollars is conservative.”

But finally on Thursday afternoon, the two appeared to reach a tentative agreement on a scholarship amount slightly higher than Bredesen’s original $100 million.

Cohen suggested Bredesen may be willing to use a first year estimate as high as $117 million. And scholarships may be authorized in the 2003 session and the amount set in 2004. Bredesen (according to reports) now favors a lottery board of three gubernatorial appointees and one each from the speaker of each house, rather than three appointments each.

All sides agreed the amount granted to public school students and private school students should be equal.

At a legislative press availability Thursday, representatives went to some trouble to remind the governor, long distance, of the rules of the legislative game – if it ain’t on paper, it ain’t happening.

House Majority Leader Kim McMillan (D-Clarksville): “The governor is beginning to make some suggestions about some ideas that he has. …He has enumerated some of those suggestions. They are not in a bill, they are not in writing at this point, he is just making suggestions for us to start beginning to consider.”

“We will consider those options, and when he comes forward, if he does, with a formal amendment, I’m sure that Rep. Newton will consider that and we’ll look at it through the committee process.”

Since McMillan would carry the governor’s program on the floor, her choice of terms is instructive.

Bredesen and the legislators “did talk about the ethics problem, and that there not be a revolving door” for legislators to serve on the lottery board, said House Speaker Jimmy Naifeh (D-Covington). Naifeh said they talked as well about “the procurement process and the different annual reviews.”

State Rep. Chris Newton (R-Turtletown), said, “I welcome any comments, any suggestions, as the House sponsor. I look forward to seeing if there’s something in writing. I look forward to seeing that. I am not going to criticize; I’m not going to make any kind of judgment or outright opposition to anything until I see something in writing.

“I spoke to a couple of representatives from the governor’s office yesterday and kind of highlighted a couple of items that are concepts – there is nothing in writing, and until I see something in writing we’re going to move forward.”

The lottery setup bill advanced in both House and Senate, and the scholarship bill (HB 0787 Newton/SB 0437 Cohen) was on notice for Tuesday in House Government Operations.

The lottery setup bill picked up baggage as it moved. In Senate State & Local Government, Chairman Cohen wasn’t able to stop Sen. Bill Ketron (R-Murfreesboro) from hiking the base commission to ticket-sellers to 6.5% from 5%.

In the House State Government Subcommittee the same relief for retailers was sponsored by Rep. Harry Tindell (D-Knoxville). Tindell argued that although the amount is “higher than the regional average” that in fact “the average retailer just makes a few thousand dollars a year at this.”

Cohen said the increase would take more than $15 million out of the lottery corporation administration and would directly affect the ability to advertise lottery games.

Sen. Rosalind Kurita (D-Clarksville) added an amendment (already on the House bill) that would bar stand-alone ticket dispensing machines and ban the purchase of tickets with debit cards. Credit cards were already barred.

Cohen said the change would cut lottery proceeds by as much as $20 million, directly affecting scholarship funding.

Rep. Jim Vincent (R-Soddy-Daisy) added a bizarre amendment in the House subcommittee to allow legislators to seize an estimated $9 million in annual unclaimed winnings, divide it 132 ways (99 representatives, 33 senators) and pump it back into their own districts.

“It cannot be pork because it’s not tax money,” Vincent argued.

“We’ll be roundly criticized for pursuing this,” said Rep. Harry Tindell (D-Knoxville), with foresight. “It will be seen as more of a pork barrel or a Christmas tree vehicle.”

Vincent defended the idea with verve and aplomb. “Last week we discussed how the other states done this,” he said. “I’ve changed it twicet to make sure it’s legal.”

In any case, the sponsors decided to ask the Attorney General to rule on it.

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monday, 31

Blues Jam at the P&H.

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Rats!

The remake of Willard is weird. It starts weird, with dark, morbid funhousey opening credits a montage of images to come in the film and ends weird, with Crispin Glover singing the movie’s love theme, the Jackson 5 hit “Ben.” If you are not a rat-o-phobe and end up seeing this movie, I hope you stay for the closing credits to hear Glover’s bizarre, almost pretty take on the song, but like many in the audience the night I saw the film, you may pack up and leave before it’s over, never mind the credits.

Comparisons to Norman Bates are inevitable. Willard is a thin, awkwardly handsome young man living in a strange, huge Gothic old house with his strange, Gothic old mother. Mother is the scariest thing in the movie and solicited the most gasps when she was onscreen. She is the embodiment of our fear of age: sick, weak, thin, frail, senile, ugly. She looks to be somewhere between 70 and 1,000, so it is difficult to know exactly how old Willard is, because at 38, Glover is chronologically ambiguous forever Back to the Future‘s George McFly. He could be 25; he could be 45.

When Mother hears rats in the basement, Willard slavishly investigates. Sure enough, there are holes eaten out of everything. Conventional mousetraps don’t work. The rats are smart enough to eat the cheese and spring the trap without becoming prisoners. Glue traps catch a singular white rat. Willard becomes instantly fascinated and cannot bring himself to kill it. Tenderly, he frees the rat and names it Socrates for being so smart. Socrates does nothing particularly smart in the movie, though, and eventually finds himself in unalterable trouble, so it is puzzling that Willard perceives particular intelligence in this rat.

The smart rat of the film is Ben (named after Big Ben the clock, because this rat is huge a one-footer) who snorts and oinks and makes tiny pounding sounds when he walks to let us know that he is a big rat. Ben is jealous of Willard’s love for Socrates, and while an uneasy truce is declared between them, it is only a matter of time before Willard’s rejection of Ben in favor of Socrates gets the better of all. Willard loves Socrates, and there is a fine line between friendship and romantic love, since they sleep together and Willard is in a constant state of caressing, kissing, and holding Socrates. As my dear friend Cliff would discreetly suggest, “Those two don’t walk like buddies.”

Willard, by the way, is a loser at work. He is meek, a tad sniveling, and shows up late every day. There is a romantic interest for Willard in the office (Mulholland Drive‘s fragrant Laura Harring), who persistently tries to care for Willard but is persistently turned down in favor of his rodential yearnings. His boss, Mr. Martin (Full Metal Jacket‘s R. Lee Ermey) is a drill-sergeanty bastard who has always wanted to get rid of Willard, but since Willard’s father helped found the company, Martin has been contractually obligated to keep Willard around. This doesn’t prevent constant, public beratements and insults, however. Soon, Willard discovers that his rapport with rats is useful in revenge, and his plots quickly move from mischief to menace as Martin’s injuries against him multiply.

I thought, not liking rats, that I would be a basket case during the screening of Willard. Not so. Like I said, there is nothing in the film as frightening as Mother, and when the film focuses away from her at the halfway point, there is nothing more to fear. Being a movie about rats, I expected more grossness more poop, more gnawing, more filth. These are clean rats and very purposeful, as Willard (or Ben, once he seizes control) always has a job for them. And since this is kind of a horror movie, I expected more gore. The body count is low, and the camp is high save for Glover’s play-it-straight performance. His dedicated stare alone may make up for whatever heebie-jeebies are otherwise lacking. Fans of high terror may want to seek it elsewhere, but aficionados of rat-flavored fun will feel right at home.

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Local Beat

Like Jeff Powell, who was featured in this space last week, engineer Kevin Houston appreciates the combination of old and new gear. “The convenience of computer editing [on Pro Tools] makes things quick, but to get the sound, you have to have the old stuff,” the freelance engineer says. “I’ve always had mobile gear, so I can bring the studio wherever. Of course, being in a real studio is even easier.”

Houston got his initial experience via the University of Memphis‘ music program. “I started out in performance, but I quickly realized that I wasn’t gonna make any money as a saxophone player,” he says. “But they had a studio and I knew plenty of musicians, so I started a secret laboratory.” In the summer of 1995, his senior year, Houston began an internship at The Powerhouse studio, where he wrote, mixed, and edited advertising jingles. “It was a great learning ground,” Houston says. “I also had an A-DAT machine, and I’d do guerrilla recording for bands like Straight Up Buzz.”

Houston cites the Dickinson family as his biggest influence. “My first recording experience was with Luther and Cody on a four-track making funny sounds,” he recalls. “I was 15, Luther was 13, and Cody was 10. My first time in a studio was recording Pigs In Space, the Dickinsons’ punk band, at Sam Phillips’ Studio with Roland Janes — the Yoda of recording. Then, at the U of M, I recorded DDT late at night. When I was dreaming of a way to make a living in music, Jim Dickinson was a real mentor to me. Here was a man in my community who was able to support a family with music.”

“I’m most proud of the Othar Turner recordings I did with Luther,” Houston continues. His work can be heard on Turner’s two Birdman Records releases, Everybody Hollerin’ Goat and From Senegal to Senatobia. “Taking the recording studio out to Gravel Springs was amazing. That’s the most important thing I’ve ever done,” Houston insists, although he’s worked with everyone from Edwin McCain to Irma Thomas in recent years.

Although he spent much of 2002 at Ardent engineering The North Mississippi AllstarsPolaris (out next month), Houston considers Sounds Unreel Studios in Cooper-Young his home base these days. Most recently, he’s worked on an Adelayda album with producer Greg Archilla (Matchbox 20, Collective Soul) at Sounds Unreel. “It’s more of a pop-rock radio record,” Houston says.

For engineer and producer Posey Hedges, it’s all about “working with people who have a creative idea and need help bringing it to light.” The self-described tinkerer started out recording his own material on a cheap cassette-driven four-track machine. “I found myself more fascinated with creating a good recording than writing a good song,” Hedges says with a laugh. “I still play my guitar, but the recording thing really took over.”

“I was the first person in town to have Pro Tools,” says Hedges, who brought the technology home after programming drum tracks on computer at a Nashville recording studio. “As much as I like analog recording, a lot of bands can’t afford to roll tape, which costs at least $160 a reel. This is a lot more compact — and affordable — than tape.”

After Big Ass Truck recorded “Live from the Intifada Lounge” in his dining room, “I started getting busy,” Hedges recalls. “I’d have dishes in the sink and socks on the floor, so I decided to find a place for a studio. I found a house that was in rough shape, and I spent four months renovating it.” Hedges’ Cooper Street studio, Memphis SoundWorks, has been in business since autumn 1994.

Hedges’ first paying gig came from a local ad agency, which hired him to do the music for a TV commercial. Today, his business is “50-50” between corporate clients and working musicians. “On the corporate side, it’s great,” Hedges says, adding that a typical day might run from guitar overdubs to an interview for a medical client to a jazz session with Di Anne Price. “This is a great career to have,” he says softly.

When asked to state his opinion on the current analog-versus-digital argument, Hedges echoes the other engineers. “We have some old British equalizers and some tube mics here at Memphis SoundWorks,” he says, crediting eBay for most of his finds. “There’s been a craze for vintage gear, but just because something’s older it’s not necessarily better. At the end of it all, there’s no argument between analog and digital now. Unfortunately, digital won. But it’s fortunate too. We can experiment cheaper and faster.”

“It’s still a very precarious market,” Hedges says. “Cheap technology is a double-edged sword. People can do it at home, so why come into a studio?” But, as Hedges maintains, “the tools don’t know how to make talent. You have to know how to use the tools and how to bring the best out in people.”

You can send correspondence, love letters, or advice to Local Beat at localbeat@memphisflyer.com.

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Heavy Lifters

Property-tax payers, brace yourself.

Your share of the tax load is increasing, and it will get heavier if present trends continue and some new proposed tax-break policies are put in place to fight the war on blight downtown and the war on empty space in eastern Shelby County.

There are 280,756 residential parcels in Shelby County (and 25,925 commercial and industrial parcels). Their owners pay a combined city and county property tax rate that ranges from $3.79 in Lakeland, which has no city property tax, to $7.02 in Memphis, which has the biggest in the state. The rate in Nashville, for comparison, is $4.58.

In 1996, Shelby County got 50 percent of its revenue from the property tax. Now, the property-tax share is 62 percent. There is no reason to think that number won’t keep climbing when the city of Memphis and Shelby County adopt their budgets later this year. As Flyer political columnist Jackson Baker reported last week, Governor Phil Bredesen is dead serious about cutting state revenues to counties. Shelby County currently gets 12 percent of its revenue from the state. The federal government’s share, also likely to decrease due to the war in Iraq and the cost of fighting terrorism, is only 3 percent.

Meanwhile, two expanded tax-incentive programs are in the works or have been approved within the past year.

One, via the Memphis and Shelby County Industrial Development Board (IDB), gives tax freezes to existing unoccupied offices and warehouses. Under the old rules, tax credits could only be given to companies that occupied new buildings. But speculation and overbuilding by developers in the 1990s created a surplus of empty space in so-called second-generation buildings.

The other, via the Center City Commission, would create a “tax-increment financing” district, or TIF, in much of downtown and part of Midtown. The theory of a TIF is that public investment sparks growth in the area that wouldn’t have happened otherwise. The additional tax revenue that comes from the growth is dedicated to pay for the public improvements specifically within the TIF instead of mixing with general public funds.

So far, so good. But the history of tax incentives in Memphis and Shelby County for the last 20 years or so has shown that incentives tend to become entitlements. In other words, they are taken for granted and handed out generously to the deserving and not-so-deserving as Applicant A scrambles to keep up with Applicant B and so on.

If the second-generation principle catches fire in the suburbs, there could be a parade of lawyers and developers seeking tax breaks from the Industrial Development Board to level the playing field with competitors. The board, it should be noted, has recently shown signs of toughening its standards to punish or deny companies that promise more jobs and benefits than they deliver. But it’s too early to say whether or not the liberalized second-generation incentives will work the way they’re supposed to.

The Center City Commission, on the other hand, can more accurately forecast the success of the proposed TIF district. The future “growth” in tax revenue is already in the cards. It comes in the form of expiring tax freezes that were granted 15-25 years ago. When the Rivermark, for example, starts paying property taxes, it’s not exactly new growth. The building, once a Holiday Inn, is nearly 40 years old. The owner’s tax freeze has simply run its course.

Incentives have their limits. The Sterick Building and other abandoned, once-prominent office buildings and much of the Main Street Mall have defied 25 years of downtown revival. And, with the exception of AutoZone, subsidies have not lured a single large corporate employer to downtown.

Instead, the result has been a mixed bag of prizes, ugly ducklings, and oddities in the Center City Commission’s real estate inventory. Also, the “center city” boundaries extend farther than you might think. Properties getting tax breaks in the name of downtown redevelopment include Malco’s Studio on the Square in Overton Square, the Applebee’s restaurant at 2114 Union Avenue, a Church’s Fried Chicken at 925 Poplar, and a cluster of 20 apartment buildings in the 2200 block of South Parkway East.

In all, according to Chandler Reports, there are 254 properties to which the Memphis Center City Revenue Finance Corporation holds title. They include The Peabody and Marriott hotels, several apartments on Mud Island, the Morgan Keegan and AutoZone office buildings, various restaurants, and some eyesores. Their total appraised value, according to the Shelby County Assessor’s Office, is $538 million. The property taxes on that would be $15 million a year if they were on the tax rolls.

Two big-ticket downtown public projects — the FedExForum and the expansion of the convention center — are not being paid for with property taxes. Their financing comes from several sources, including tax surcharges on hotel rooms, rental cars, event sales, downtown entertainment, and state government. With those sources tapped out, the property tax is left to pay for everyday public expenses such as police protection and schools.

Few people would trade the downtown of 20 years ago for the downtown of today, just as no one would deny the explosion of growth and wealth in eastern Shelby County. The question for policymakers is whether the same thing can be said of other parts of the city and county that don’t directly benefit from incentives. And when is enough enough?

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Iraq and a Hard Place

To the Editor:

Senator John McCain recently made an appeal for anti-war demonstrations to end now that the war has begun, saying that no one can support our troops without supporting the war. That’s ironic. I find it hard to believe that anyone could claim to support our troops while sending them to their deaths.

In any case, I do not need a senator to tell me what my heart believes. I am praying for the safety of our troops and a withdrawal from the war which threatens them at the same time. This thinly veiled attempt at shaming protesters into silence is in conflict with the American right to freedom of speech and expression. After listening to the president say that he would not listen to protesters, I am detecting a growing theme in the current administration toward ignoring the population to which it is wholly accountable. Rest assured, though, that as long as this ill-conceived war is waged and as long as Americans are put in harm’s way in order to secure Iraqi oil fields, there will be good people raising their voices against it in the United States. It’s the American thing to do.

Jon Devin

Memphis

To the Editor:

I am not a warmonger, nor do I like to witness undue loss of life. That said, what the thousands of war protesters are doing is exactly what they are protesting against. They are viciously destroying property and lobbing tear gas into McDonald’s, a restaurant that serves mostly children. They are mobbing embassies around the globe.

All of this is unnecessary violence aimed at innocent people. I sympathize with their anti-war sentiment, but how can they oppose violence with the use of violence?

Now that there is no turning back, shouldn’t they redirect their energies into something more productive — like prayer for the troops on both sides of the war? How can they expect to change the opinions of their peers by acting like violent extremists? Wouldn’t it make more sense to ask for peace with peace?

Thia Torelli

Memphis

To the Editor:

The war has started and will soon be over. The dictator Saddam will be gone. Bush said that the war is to disarm Iraq and remove any chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons. Once Iraq is subdued, he will have achieved this end.

But in the process, Bush has made billions of people mad at him. Like battling the sorcerer’s apprentice, smashing one danger may only create millions more angry Muslims and Arabs. The most important resource terrorists have is anger, and anger can only be created by their enemy. Without anger, terrorists do nothing.

If Bush is truthful that his aim is to avoid future terrorism, he must stop when he has won and completely turn over Iraq to the U.N. or other neutral body to help the country become a democracy. Bush should support Iraq’s recovery with money only, not troops or administration.

Once the world sees that Bush was honest, that he leaves Iraq after achieving his stated goal, only then will the world grudgingly begin to believe again in U.S. morality.

But if the U.S. stays in Iraq and takes all the contracts for U.S. companies, then the world will realize that Bush’s ideal is not democracy but oil and that his God is not Jesus Christ but Mammon.

Tom Trottier

Ottawa, Canada

Preemptive Strike?

To the Editor:

CBS has announced it will preempt the NCAA basketball tournament to cover the invasion of Iraq, which means the local CBS affiliate, WREG Channel 3, will have to follow suit. That is, of course, unless there’s a thunderstorm over West Memphis.

Joe Mercer

Memphis

Thanks to Tim

To the Editor:

If your paper weren’t free, I’d buy it just to read Tim Sampson’s column. Thanks to him for putting my feelings into articulate words.

Pat Isham

Memphis

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The Next Horseman

“Events are in the saddle,” Napoleon once said as his armies swung into action, and so too are they this week. Gulf War Two has begun, and an unfamiliar stallion — one most of us have rarely seen in our lifetimes — is galloping toward an uncertain future.

“Operation Iraqi Freedom” has been launched, and, hawk and dove alike, Americans everywhere find themselves praying for the success and safety of our troops, the quarter of a million mostly young Americans whom President Bush and Congress have committed to battle in a faraway land.

But there are a few bad omens. The Bush administration embarked upon this new war against significant opposition inside the U.N. Security Council, in cities around the globe, and on the streets of America as well. The onset of war has done little to temper that opposition. Indeed, the past week’s hostilities have further inflamed anti-American sentiment in the Islamic world, raising serious concerns for the long-term stability of pro-U.S.A. governments in the Middle East region. Meanwhile, the emerging shape of our march toward Baghdad — with sandstorms and surprisingly stiff resistance offered by Iraqi “irregulars” — makes us all a bit uneasy about what will happen next.

“Necessary as it may have been,” wrote two New York Times reporters Monday about the fierce combat around Nasiriya, “today’s battle was hardly the sort of warfare that American commanders had envisioned to persuade the Iraqi population of America’s good intentions. For American commanders, winning the war means destroying the Baghdad government, but it also includes a concerted effort to avoid the kind of urban fighting that might enrage the Iraqi people.”

Perceptual problems are nothing new for the Bush administration. For months, Cheney, Rumsfeld et al. clung to their own unique view of Iraqi political reality. They demanded Saddam Hussein’s removal from power by immediate military action — a course not urged by most U.N. Security Council colleagues, nor by the U.N. weapons inspectors charged with determining whether indeed Saddam had WMDs. Faced with staunch U.N. opposition, President Bush chose simply to ignore it, making his government’s perception of Iraqi reality, in the process, a geopolitical fact of life. How real is it now? As real as body bags and POWs.

Now, however, the shoe is on the other foot. What counts now, whether President Bush realizes it or not, are not his views and opinions but the perceptions of the Iraqi people. The American government can offer aid; it can promise democracy; it can talk whatever game it likes. But Operation Iraqi Freedom could become inoperative if the Iraqi people think otherwise, if the five million citizens of Baghdad perceive our troops as foreign invaders rather than heroic liberators. If even a small percentage of Iraqis decide we are the former, this war could turn out very badly.

Time will tell. Events are indeed in the saddle. Only this time, when the fighting stops, the people of Iraq — not George W. Bush — will be the ones getting back on the horse.

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sunday, 30

Tonight’s Marvin Gaye Tribute Show at the New Daisy is a showcase of music, poetry, and dance to honor Gaye’s music. And there’s Huey’s Midtown Birthday party with 3 Bean /soup, Lil’ Dave & Big Love, and The Gamble Brothers Band.

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Freeman in Memphis

Over the course of more than 30 feature films in 30 years, Morgan Freeman has played everything from a U.S. president to a pimp, detectives to convicts, Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X to a deferential servant in the Civil Rights-era South.

Freeman will turn 66 this year but was 50 before he ever made his splash in Hollywood, playing the pimp Fast Black in 1987’s Street Smart. Prior to that breakout, he struggled to find meaningful Hollywood work, instead spending much of his early career on the New York stage and on a couple of more high-profile TV gigs — for the children’s program The Electric Company (where an entire generation recognizes him as Easy Reader and Count Dracula) and a couple of years as a regular on the daytime soap Another World.

Now Freeman is one of the most familiar and most respected presences on the American screen, with two new projects out, the Stephen King-related, Lawrence Kasdan-directed Dreamcatcher, which opened last week, and the smaller-scale drama Levity, which opened this year’s Sundance Film Festival and will now open the fourth annual Memphis International Film Festival, which opens Thursday, March 27th, and runs through Sunday, March 30th, with screenings at Malco’s Studio on the Square and at the screening room in nearby First Congregational Church.

Freeman, who was born in Memphis, who keeps a home in nearby Charleston, Mississippi, and who has numerous business and charitable interests in the area, most notably an upscale restaurant (Madidi) and blues club (Ground Zero) in Clarksdale, will be on hand as honorary chairman of the festival. He’ll be giving a Q&A after the opening-night screening of Levity and will be honored with a retrospective of his work throughout the festival.

Executive-produced by Freeman, Levity is the directorial debut of successful screenwriter Ed Solomon (Men in Black, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure) and the story of a released convicted murderer (Billy Bob Thornton) who seeks redemption at an inner-city community center run by a minister played by Freeman. Kirsten Dunst and Holly Hunter also star in the film, which is being released by Sony Pictures Classics. Freeman will be introducing the opening-night screening of the film, and both Solomon and Hunter are slated to be in attendance.

Other Freeman films being shown throughout the festival include those boasting his three Oscar-nominated performances. Freeman received a Best Supporting Actor nomination for Street Smart (1987), in which he played the pimp Fast Black opposite Christopher Reeve’s opportunistic reporter and became something of a cause célèbre when powerful New Yorker critic Pauline Kael opened her review of the film with the rhetorical question “Is Morgan Freeman the greatest American actor?”

Freeman’s two Best Actor nominations came in Driving Miss Daisy (1989) and The Shawshank Redemption (1994). Daisy, which won Best Picture and Best Actress for co-star Jessica Tandy, is still perhaps Freeman’s most high-profile work, a role he originated on the stage. A controversial film in some circles, it depicts the 30-year relationship between a black chauffeur and his white employer in the Civil Rights-era South. In The Shawshank Redemption, Freeman plays “Red,” a longtime inmate at Shawshank Prison who befriends a new arrival played by Tim Robbins. The film was only a moderate success at the box office but has since become perhaps the most popular cult film of the decade.

The other Freeman titles being screened are Lean On Me (1989), Freeman’s first lead role, playing a controversial Paterson, New Jersey, principal, the bat-wielding Joe Clark, a sort of Buford Pusser of the public education system, in a “rousing” story directed in typical fashion by underdog-made-good specialist John Avildsen (Rocky, The Karate Kid); and Glory (1989), the Civil War film in which Freeman portrays a grave digger turned enlistee in the U.S. military’s first all-black regiment. The festival will also screen Bopha! (1993), Freeman’s first and heretofore only directing effort, a sharp, responsible look at apartheid in South Africa, starring Danny Glover and Alfre Woodard.

Freeman has a rare presence in contemporary American movies, his ability to be both authoritative and warm, to project wisdom and experience and repel irony something akin to that of actors during Hollywood’s 1940s and 1950s heyday. He lends a gravitas to almost every film he’s in, a quality that has not gone unnoticed by filmmakers, who frequently use him in voiceovers, not only for documentaries (such as Partners of the Heart, a recent medical documentary Freeman narrates and which is being shown at the festival) but also in feature films such as Se7en and The Shawshank Redemption.

Yet the special quality that Freeman brings to the screen may have limited his roles, despite the range he showed early in his career. The bulk of Freeman’s filmwork, especially over the past decade, seems confined to a few specific types of roles: He has played sidekicks (to Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven, to Kevin Costner in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves), mentors (to Chris Rock in Nurse Betty, to Denzel Washington in Glory), and authority figures (a dream president in the disaster flick Deep Impact, a CIA honcho in the disaster flick The Sum of All Fears). His avuncular, or even fatherly, persona has seen him frequently placed opposite younger white actresses — Renée Zellweger in Nurse Betty, Monica Potter in Along Came a Spider, Ashley Judd in Kiss the Girls and High Crimes — his age and commanding air presumably negating the potential for interracial romantic interaction that might trouble the Hollywood gatekeepers.

But Freeman frequently does wonderful things with these roles. His hit man Charlie in Nurse Betty is fascinating in that it takes advantage of his screen presence — he’s polite, dignified, above the fray — but then warps that persona in compelling ways. He’s also a cold-blooded hired killer with a penchant for salty language. And Freeman’s father-son pairing with Chris Rock seems to be asking for its own movie or even a series. Equally memorable is Freeman’s Det. William Somerset, Brad Pitt’s world-weary partner in Se7en, perhaps never more affecting than in a brief, devastating scene in that film with Gwyneth Paltrow, helping turn a Grand Guignol scenario into a more socially incisive brand of bleakness and pessimism.

But Freeman’s screen highlights are many: His sly little appreciative double take over Betty’s ability to poor coffee and watch her soap opera at the same time in Nurse Betty; his first appearance in Glory, seen by a downed Matthew Broderick on the battlefield, his face barely visible through the sun and his voice the voice of God (“You all right there, cap’n?”); his warm, well-worn companionship with Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven (“I don’t know that it was all that easy back then, and we was young and full of beans”) and his classic-Hollywood ability to sleep in front of a campfire with a hat pulled down over his face without looking silly; sipping Yoo-Hoo in Street Smart and then calmly asking his girl Punchy (Kathy Baker) which eye she would prefer he remove; his brief, manic appearance in the Robert Redford vehicle Brubaker, emerging from shadow as a solitary-confinement prisoner seeking a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Freeman took time out during a recent press junket in L.A. promoting Dreamcatcher to talk with The Flyer about his career, specifically some of the films being shown at MIFF. What follows is an excerpt from that conversation.

Flyer: Street Smart was your first major film role and, other than maybe Harvey Keitel in Taxi Driver, it may be the most compelling portrayal of a pimp ever put on screen. Did it give you any pause to take such a potentially clichéd role that early in your film career?

Freeman: It didn’t give me any kind of pause. I jumped at it. I auditioned for it and I got the part. It was the first time I’d had a major role in a movie and it was a real pivotal character, and I just ate it up. No qualms, no misgivings, no second thoughts. And, as it turned out, the director gave me carte blanche.

Frequently, that type of character is portrayed in a flamboyant manner, but in Street Smart the character seems more realistic, more understated. How much of that was the part as written and how much of it was you shaping the character?

That’s me shaping it and being given the freedom to shape the role to my vision.

One of the interesting things about that character is the calm he exhibits even at his most dangerous. How did you develop that particular characterization?

Well, interestingly enough, I was living in an upper-echelon neighborhood in New York, but at the same time in the block between West End Avenue and Broadway it was like hooker heaven. There were a lot of ladies up on Broadway, and they would take their clients down to the park, Riverside Park, or to little SROs, single-room occupancy hotels that they would use. So you could see the interplay between them and their pimps on the street. These girls would be chastised right there on the street. And I saw that, how these guys would do it. No yelling. No screaming. Just vicious. So I knew what that was about. I knew how to do that.

At the time, what did you make of what Pauline Kael wrote in her review of Street Smart?

What if somebody said you were America’s greatest writer?

I’d think they were crazy.

There it goes. I’d just come off the New York stage and I’d had a few small parts in films and I guess she’d seen some of the work I’d done. I know that my range is good and that I’m capable of doing different things, but to say best? It’s a stretch, so I just had to let that go.

Driving Miss Daisy. I’m guessing that the Hoke Colburn character was about the age that your father would have been or of other adults that you grew up around.

Exactly.

So how much did you draw on your own past to form that character?

Everything. I grew up in Mississippi, so the Southern attitude, the atmosphere — I knew it intimately. I knew the language. I heard the language. I knew the song of this language. I knew the tune of it. I loved doing it. I loved the whole idea of the piece, because it was one of the few times that the South got portrayed as something other than where people had a hard time living.

Is part of playing that part acknowledging that Hoke Colburn himself is sort of an actor, in terms of showing him weighing how deferential he should be against preserving his own dignity?

No, because that’s ingrained. You learn that at an early age. But I didn’t see it as him being an actor but rather him knowing how to manipulate, how to “dance,” how to get what he needs.

It’s a film that’s drawn strong reactions from different segments of the audience. It has drawn resentment from certain segments of the black audience. Do you think that may have resulted from audiences misunderstanding how active Hoke is in negotiating his situation?

Well, audiences look at things from today’s eyes, and if you show them things from yesterday’s eyes they can’t interpret it, they don’t get it. In the case of Driving Miss Daisy, I say to those who didn’t get it, tough. Too bad.

But does it bother you at all that the film seemed to instill a bit of nostalgia in some segments of the white audience?

Yeah. [Laughs loudly] Yeah but not too much.

Lean On Me. You were playing a character there in Joe Clark who was still alive and who was actually involved in the project. How did your personal opinion of Clark color that performance?

I thought he was a great man. He towered. Being in school with him and watching, knowing what he was doing, how he dealt with children, how they responded to him. He could stand in the hallway of an incredibly large inner-city school and call names, almost anyone in there. And these kids come up to him, they touch him, they hold on to him. And his stated purpose was “These kids need a parent and I’m gonna be it.”

So you didn’t have a critical take on him, as far as his tactics or

No. I just found it an interesting part of his nature that, as good as he was to the kids, he had an awful lot of animosity towards their parents and their teachers, because he thought they were letting these kids down. [The students] weren’t where they were because of their own shortcomings but because of the shortcomings of those whose task it was to raise them.

Bopha! was your first and so far only directing job. Why nothing since?

I directed Bopha! because I’d been talking with my agent about it, and some other directors told me I should try it because I had a good eye, and the opportunity came and I did it. But it’s not like I ever wanted to change careers, to become a director. It’s entirely too much work.

Is there a different sense of ownership you get as an actor versus as a director? Is it easier as an actor to let go of something once you’re done with it?

Yeah. As an actor, your input into the collaborative act is finite. It’s encapsulated in the part that you play, that one role. As a director, you’re the ship’s captain, and though the ship is able to run itself, when it flounders everyone looks at you.

Have there been films you’ve worked on where, as soon as your work is done, you’ve written them off?

Oh yeah, there are some I’ve never even seen.

Any you’d care to name?

[Laughs] Well, it may be better not to say.

One interesting thing, looking at your entire career, is that, more than perhaps any other black actor of your era, you seem to take on roles where race is only an incidental factor. If you accept that as a legitimate observation, to what degree have you sought out those roles and to what degree have the roles sought you out?

I have not sought them out; they’ve sought me out. [Pauses] I’m not a professional black man, so I really go along with the idea that we live in a multicultural society, we don’t have to keep harping on this question. It’s best to let that question go and provide entertainment based on society as we see it. If you look out at the world, you can seen all kinds of people interacting in all kinds of ways, and race is not necessarily the bottom-line arbiter of these interactions. So I’ve had the great good fortune of being cast without regard to race.

One kind of role that doesn’t show up in your filmography is that of a romantic lead. Is that a result in part of coming into the business at such a relatively late age?

Yes, I think that could very well explain a lot of it. No such thing has crossed my desk. I don’t recall ever turning down that type of part. But also comedy. I’ve not had a shot at comedy.

Nurse Betty is sort of a comedy.

Sort of, sort of. But not a knockdown, drag-out kind of comedy.

That’s an interesting part, though it isn’t being shown at this festival. It seems to be a part that takes advantage of your screen presence in terms of the gravitas that you bring to the screen, but then twists it, so that there’s a little bit more of an edge to the character.

Yeah, I thought he was an interesting character to play: an assassin who has a son [laughs] that he’s training? Giving him grown-up pointers on how to do your job as a professional and then walk away clean, and then doing that with Chris Rock, a flat-out comedian. That was something that I looked forward to.

David Thomson, the British film critic, in his entry on you in The Biographical Dictionary of Film, compares you to some of the great character actors of the classic Hollywood era. Ward Bond and Walter Brennan, people like that. What do you think about that?

I was influenced by those films; I grew up with them, but Ward Bond? Ward Bond was never anything but Ward Bond, so I’m not sure about that. I think of myself as a character actor, and I think of people like Ward Bond and John Wayne as more personality-type actors, though ones who were able to transcend themselves. I try very much to de-Morgan my roles. n

International Masters

In addition to the Morgan Freeman retrospective, the highlight of this year’s Memphis International Film Festival is a new addition, the International Masters series, a selection of five celebrated foreign films from five different parts of the world: Mexico, Europe, Africa, the Middle East, and Southeast Asia. What follows is a critical rundown of the scheduled films.

Breathless

Sunday, March 30th, 2 p.m., Studio on the Square

How can something so revolutionary seem so modest now? Jean-Luc Godard’s 1959 debut film and still only major hit, Breathless changed all the rules and influenced multiple generations of filmmakers, from Martin Scorsese and Hollywood’s 1970s “new wave” to hip American filmmakers (particularly Quentin Tarantino, Jim Jarmusch, and Steven Soderbergh), to cutting-edge directors around the world (perhaps most notably Hong Kong’s Wong Kar-Wai).

When Jean-Paul Belmondo’s anti-protagonist turns to speak directly into the camera and the film jump-cuts all over the place, Godard is freeing the very idea of a movie from its chains of convention. He said that all he needed to make a movie was a gun and a girl, and this is the proof. Like the Beatles and Stones, who came a few years later, this was a European revolution based on a love of American culture that, in turn, forever altered American culture. A can’t-miss.

Amores Perros

Saturday, March 29th, 4 p.m., Studio on the Square

And speaking of can’t-miss: Memphians may be attracted to Amores Perros in order to catch a glimpse of the work of director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, who was recently in Memphis filming his American debut, 21 Grams. But anyone who cares about film shouldn’t need a local connection to be interested in this, a film that, much like Breathless, announced a movement, signaling a rebirth in Mexican cinema that has since brought the likes of Y Tu Mamá También and El Crimen del Padre Amaro to Memphis screens, all starring Gael Garcia Bernal, perhaps the Jean-Paul Belmondo of this Mexican new wave, who stars in the first of Amores Perros‘ triptych of stories, all linked by one calamitous car crash.

With its linked stories and action-packed narrative, Amores Perros received a lot of comparisons to Pulp Fiction upon its 2001 release, and with good reason. But Inarritu took exception to this, telling one interviewer at the time, “I have been a victim of violence, not through videos and comics, like Tarantino — my family has been held up, my mother was beaten.” And that indeed is what separates Amores Perros from so many American new-wave influenced films: It’s a work based not on merely a love of movies but on real life.

The Scent of Green Papaya

Sunday, March 30th, noon, Studio on the Square

This first feature from Vietnamese filmmaker Tran Anh Hung (who would go on to make Cyclo and The Vertical Ray of Sun) won the 1993 Camera d’Or (best first film) at the Cannes Film Festival and was the first Vietnamese film ever nominated for an Oscar. Set in two separate Saigon households, in 1951 and 1961, respectively, The Scent of Green Papaya follows the exploits of a 10-year-old servant girl in a middle-class home in its first section and then in the second section the same character as a young woman, this time working in the apartment of a young composer. Viewers used to Hollywood fare might find it plotless, as most of the narrative action occurs on the periphery, but The Scent of Green Papaya is lush and atmospheric, its serene, delicate visual style subtly conveying a director’s homesick ardor for the Vietnam of his youth.

Faat Kine

Saturday, March 29th, noon, Studio on the Square

Filmed when the director was 78, Faat Kine is the most recent work from Ousmane Sembene (best known for Xala), the most celebrated filmmaker in the history of African cinema. This 2000 comedy centers on the title character, a Dakar gas-station owner and mother of two illegitimate children. Kine is a thoroughly modern protagonist, fully in charge of her family, business, and sex life, and Sembene uses her story to provide a gentle portrait of changing social mores and societal tensions in contemporary Senegal.

Gabbeh

Friday, March 28th, 2 p.m., Studio on the Square

This 1997 film is probably the most celebrated work of Iranian director Mohsen Makhmalbaf, whose recent Afghanistan-set film, Kandahar, screened in Memphis last year. Gabbeh is a departure for Makhmalbaf, who had specialized in grittier urban fare. Instead, this is a colorful rural tale with elements of magical realism, set amid a southern Iranian tribe who weave colorful carpets as storytelling devices. A simple film with a mythical feel. — CH

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Body of Evidence

There are 20 black-and-white photographs hanging in Jay Etkin’s main gallery on South Main. The artist, Jonathan Postal, calls the collection “State of the Union.” That’s a pretty bold move considering the uncertain state of this union, when America is torn in half by a controversial war overseas that has cost us our standing among longtime allies; a union battered by economic woes and ongoing battles over religion and culture on the home front. Could it possibly be defined in only 20 pictures? Could it be defined in 20,000? It seems unlikely, at best.

And yet in Postal’s case the answer is a qualified “yes.” While his shots may seem a bit too exotic to express the mundane concerns of the heartland, and too for lack of a better word isolationist to address global concerns, he has managed to capture a post-9/11 America as reflected in a funhouse mirror. He finds danger in our most seemingly innocent pastimes, potential tragedy in pictures of happy families, and expressions of faith everywhere. It is a magnificent show, put together by an artist working at the top of his game. It is, by turns, upsetting, whimsical, and uplifting.

“I think it’s good if you have to look at a photograph more than once to see everything that’s there,” Postal says, referencing a picture of a young couple sitting on the grass with their newborn child. “You see this picture and you see the parents and the kid, but you might not notice the first time how young the parents are. I’d seen the father the day before riding around on a BMX bike and figured he couldn’t be more than 15 or 16. The girl couldn’t be over 14. But you might have to look at the picture several times before you really see the baby. Before you see how old the baby looks. It’s almost like it’s looking right at the camera and saying, ‘I’m going to have to raise my parents, you know?’ But it’s not all bad either, because you can tell there is a lot of love there.”

Postal, who studied at the Kansas City Art Institute and the San Francisco Art Institute and has taken pictures for such publications as Vogue and Rolling Stone, subscribes to an almost journalistic school of social landscape photography. It’s a way of using the camera to invade a space and capture elements that might seem too mundane for the front page. In Postal’s work, formal concerns are as important as the subject matter.

“There are times,” Postal says, pointing to a blurry background figure in one shot, “when I look at a picture and I wish I could erase part of it. And it would be so easy for me to do too, now that everything is digital. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. I still think of photography in terms of ‘evidence.’ What you see in a photograph should be exactly what the photographer saw at the time he took the picture.”

And what you see in a Postal photograph is exactly what the photographer saw at the moment he was taking the photograph. Postal shaves the negative carrier off his cameras, which leaves a hard black line around the edges of his shots, proving that they have not been cropped. He composes with his eye, in the moment, and gets his shots the first time.

“There was a time when I might look at a picture in a magazine and think, Wow, what a great shot that is. But not anymore. Now if I see a shot of a lion running, and there is a mountain in the background and a big sky with lots of clouds I think, Okay, someone took a pretty good picture of a lion. Then they went through their photo files and digitally added the perfect picture of the perfect mountain, then they dropped in the perfect picture of the perfect sky and maybe they added some orange to it. Nobody actually took that picture. Nobody has ever seen that actual picture in nature, because it didn’t exist.”

Postal is a veteran of both the East and West Coast punk movement of the 1970s. As the bass player for Penelope Houston and the Avengers and frontman for the Readymades, Postal had access to such seminal music figures as Devo, Blondie, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, the Clash, the Dead Kennedys, and the list goes on.

Even now, some of his best photographs are of musicians in action. There is only one such picture in this collection, but what a shot it is. In Joe Buck, a young hillbilly singer who owns and operates the Bluegrass Inn, a honky-tonk on Lower Broadway in Nashville, holds his bass like a weapon. The look on the singer’s face is rather aggressive and mean. His toothy mouth is stretched to its limit in what might only be described as a roar. But these are perhaps the second things you notice about this picture. Joe Buck is a traditionalist. He dresses like a country star from the 1940s, and the first thing you wonder isn’t where but when the picture was taken.

It’s a quality that runs throughout Postal’s work. In fact, gallery owner Etkin claims that at one of Postal’s previous shows an elderly woman wandered in off the street and claimed to have dated a man in one of the photographs in 1943. The shot had, of course, been taken in the 1990s.

Other timeless pictures in “State of the Union” include Burlesque Girl, a pair of shots depicting a dancer backstage taking a less-than-smooth shot of Seagram’s 7 from the bottle; a weathered street person standing underneath a sign reading, “Jesus Saves”; an elderly clown applying makeup in a mirror; a trio of African-American children diving off a bridge on a summer’s day; a woman walking in a hurricane in vintage clothing with an antique umbrella; and a pregnant couple done up rockabilly-style in front of an antique car. Unless you knew that these photographs were all grouped under the title “recent work,” there would be no way to identify the year they were taken.

And then there are images that bend time, bringing disparate eras into the same frame of reference. One print catches Elvis Presley in blurry profile, but in the center of the frame we see a shot of an Elvis impersonator checking his hair in a mirror. We know this is a picture of an Elvis impersonator, but we can’t help but wonder if this isn’t exactly what Elvis saw the last time he looked into the mirror. Shots of Elvis and Elvis impersonators are too easy and too readily available. Elvis’ icon status makes any image of the King into instant art, and lazy artists take advantage of that fact all too often. But Postal moves into too-familiar territory and finds imagery that is unique and compelling.

“The two things I wanted to focus on in this show were faith and combat,” Postal says, leafing through a pile of photos. There are shots of sweaty boxers and professional wrestlers, shots that didn’t make it into the show. “I could have easily done a whole show on combat,” he says. He shows a photo of a shirtless boy not more than 10. He is holding a giant pistol. It would have made an interesting addition to the show, but it was too obvious.

Postal’s images of combat for “State of the Union” are subtle and powerful. In one, a pair of arcade combatants stand with toy guns outstretched, their eyes as cold and dead as a mafia hit man’s. You have the sense they are in training for something that lies ahead.

But the most telling and terrifying image in the show is a simple portrait that combines faith, combat, and entertainment. In it, a couple expresses pure rapture. The man’s eyes and mouth are open so wide you’d swear he had to be singing the finale of a Broadway show. The woman stretches one arm to heaven, her eyes closed in ecstasy. You would think this shot, like so many of Postal’s other ecstatic images, was taken in a charismatic church, a document of two people high on the Holy Spirit. But it’s not. According to Etkin, the picture was taken at a wrestling match.

“Jay wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” Postal says. “That was supposed to be a secret.”

“I know,” I tell him, “but sometimes it’s good to know these things.”

Postal captured an image of joy, verging on religious ecstasy, generated by a violent act disguised as an entertainment. Had Postal chosen to show only this one image and call the show “State of the Union,” it would have been a success.