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Soul Power

Jeffrey Levy-Hint’s rough-hewn, hugely enjoyable Soul Power
is both a tantalizing footnote to When We Were Kings, the 1996
documentary about George Foreman and Muhammad Ali’s 1974 “Rumble in the
Jungle,” and a celebration of the nearly forgotten three-day music
festival that took place in Zaire six weeks before the big fight.
There’s more good music in 93 minutes here than in all the Woodstock
footage available.

Levy-Hint assembles his film without voiceover or commentary,
resulting in an altogether more immersive thing than most music docs.
The scenes detailing the business arrangements for the concert can’t
hope to measure up to the performances, but once the concert gets
rolling, privileged moments abound: Manu DiBango’s impromptu
street-corner showcase with local African kids; B.B. King, looking
professorial in glasses, as he works through his proposed set list
backstage; Ali soliloquizing about hungry, underfed African flies and
buying into Zairean dictator Mobutu Sese Seko’s illusory paradise; the
sheer flamboyance of the Spinners’ matching Shazam sportcoats; Celia
Cruz and the Fania All-Stars keeping everyone awake on the 14-hour
flight by jamming endlessly in the aisles; Don King expounding on his
“mode of operandi”; Miriam Makeba proudly proclaiming every syllable of
her impossible-for-Europeans-to-pronounce name to a joyful crowd; James
Brown asserting, “Don’t bury me while I yet live.”

One complaint: Why did Levy-Hint include all of a minor Bill Withers
acoustic number while only showing a couple of minutes of the amazing
performances from Afropop giants Franco and Rochereau? One hopes the
DVD will resolve this issue.

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Opinion

What Derrick Rose Knows

The meeting that sealed the fate of the University of Memphis
basketball program with the NCAA cops took place in November 2007.

Basketball fans and the public know only that former Tiger Derrick
Rose was questioned about his ACT and SAT scores at that meeting by
university officials and coaches. Earlier that year, Rose took the ACT
three times in Chicago and the SAT once in Detroit, where he finally
made a score that gave him eligibility to play basketball.

The university took Rose at his word that he didn’t have anyone take
the test for him, even though entrance test performance over four tries
in a short time is as predictable as a bench press, sprint time, or
vertical jump. The 2007-2008 season had not started. There was still
time to keep Rose off the team, but he played, and the rest is
history.

Coach John Calipari, athletic director R.C. Johnson, and President
Shirley Raines are taking the heat for the NCAA’s decision to strip
Memphis of its 38 wins and championship game banner. But Rose is the
one who should be on the hot seat. The university’s appeal of the NCAA
decision has about as much chance as an 80-foot heave. The person who
should take the last shot is Rose.

Rose knows what scores he made on the SAT and ACT even though those
scores are blacked out in public documents and cannot be released by
the testing services without his permission.

Rose knows whether someone took one or more of the tests for him,
causing the score to be canceled, which happens to only one out of
6,000 tests.

Rose knows why he took the SAT in Detroit.

Rose knows what Calipari and U of M coaches told him after he had
failed to make a high enough score on the ACT three times.

Rose knows what any outside adviser told him about this problem that
could make or break his college career, which was his audition for his
professional career.

Rose knows what his own handwriting looks like. He knows he could
easily disprove or prove the findings of forensic document examiner Lee
Ann Harmless in a September 2008 report that concludes he probably had
someone else take the SAT.

Rose knows what he was asked and what he answered during that
meeting in Memphis in November, which, like the SAT score and the
handwriting analysis, has been completely eliminated from the publicly
available university response.

Rose knows why he refused to take part in any investigations by the
testing service or the NCAA on six occasions in 2008 and 2009.

Rose knows why he didn’t answer certified letters from the
Educational Testing Service that were sent to his home in Chicago in
April and May of 2008 offering him three ways to clear his name. Rose
knows why he declined to meet with NCAA investigators in June of 2008,
August of 2008, January of 2009, and March of 2009 — all dates
before the NCAA sanctions were imposed.

Rose knows that his cooperation, if he has nothing to hide, could have taken the heat off the University
of Memphis. And he knows that if he does have something to hide, his
cooperation could identify others who deserve blame or vindication.

Rose knows why his only “explanation” to date consists of a few
brief comments saying he took his own tests.

It would be wildly inaccurate to call the University of Memphis
Rose’s alma mater and a stretch to suggest he was a student athlete in
any meaningful sense of the word. He was an entertainer who made a lot
of money for the university and himself.

But he is a man, too, who, like the rest of us, has to face himself
in the mirror every day. If he does nothing, no matter how great a
professional ballplayer he becomes, he will always be known as the
ineligible player who cost Memphis a season that branded its basketball
program as an outlaw.

If he fully explains himself, it won’t be easy. It will be harder
than making those free throws at the end of the Kansas game.

But superstars want the ball at crunch time.

Come on, Derrick, you’re the man. Tell what happened before the
clock runs out on the appeal. A lot of damage has been done, but you
can still clear it up. Take the ball.

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Seed the Plough

If landscape architect Ritchie Smith has anything to say about it,
Plough Boulevard — the two-mile stretch of barren roadway leading
to Memphis International Airport — will become Plough
Parkway.

“In one word, that really explains what we’re trying to do,” he
said.

In connection with the Greater Memphis Chamber’s aerotropolis
initiative, the Memphis City Council heard about a proposal last week
for a $1 million to $2 million Plough Boulevard beautification
plan.

The aerotropolis concept is an economy based on the airport as its
economic engine. As such, the chamber hopes to take Plough Boulevard
from what is now — at best — a forgettable experience
to a positive one.

The Plough Boulevard plan includes planting 2,500 trees, as well as
installing new lighting, signage, and possibly public art. Planners
hope to make it feel more like East, North, or South Parkway.

Jim Covington, vice president of logistics and aerotropolis
development at the Greater Memphis Chamber, said the area needs some
attention. Plough Boulevard maintenance is currently shared by the
Airport Authority and the city’s parks division.

“This is our front door,” Covington said. “This is people’s first
impression of Memphis and their last impression of Memphis.”

Ritchie Smith Associates was hired to do the master plan. Smith said
the Plough Boulevard project is an opportunity to see results
relatively quickly.

“A lot of the [aerotropolis] initiatives are long-term. They’re
economic or transportation-related,” Smith said. “But this is something
that could be done that will enhance the image of the area.”

The trees are the most important part of the plan and should add
spatial definition to the roadway, as well as visual interest. The bulk
of the planting would be canopy trees, but there would also be about
650 smaller trees, as well as some shrubbery in areas that have height
restrictions.

“Essentially what you have now is a treeless, featureless roadway
that is very unattractive,” Smith said. “We felt like trees would make
more of a difference on that road than any other element.”

Because the plan is still in its infancy, the tree species haven’t
been chosen. Oak trees would be a natural choice — an oak leaf
graces the city’s seal, alongside a steamboat and a cotton boll —
but oak trees won’t fly under airport restrictions.

“Oak trees are terrific trees to plant in this part of the country,”
Smith said. “They produce acorns, which is a major source of food for
animals and birds.”

Keeping birds away from the airport is a major job. In addition to
being the home to FedEx, the airport is on the flyway for migrating
ducks and geese. Airport authority head Larry Cox said they are
constantly trying to scare away birds or harvest them to reduce the
number of birds that could hit planes during landing and take-off.

Many airport gateways include public art, but with a two-mile
stretch of road, Plough Boulevard would need a lot of art.

As such, the other component of Ritchie Smith Associates’ proposal
is 180 sculptural light fixtures, an idea that would fuse the
utilitarian with the aesthetic. The current streetlights are cobra-head
lights, what Smith called “America’s light.”

“They’re everywhere; they’re functional; but they’re not what I
would call attractive or interesting,” Smith said. “You could have
sculptural pieces that you would have to repeat over a mile. That’s
great, but it’s a big investment and you would still have these ugly
cobra-head lights.”

Council members had concerns about the cost of the lights and wanted
aerotropolis officials to include Airways Boulevard in the plan. The
council is scheduled to revisit the issue September 15th.

I had the pleasure of flying recently, and, as a whole, Memphis
International doesn’t have a lot of ambience. I know they’ve done
upgrades to the B terminal, but C terminal looks like a bomb shelter.
(I don’t think it helps that some of the only signage shows where to go
in case of a tornado. That’s important, yes, but it creates an
interesting impression.)

If we can make Plough look welcoming and inviting, I’m all for it.
Because, like it or not, overall impressions are important. Planting
Plough may just encourage growth in other areas.

“Business consultants come in to think about locating a project in
Memphis,” said Dexter Muller of the Greater Memphis Chamber. “It’s not
just about our own perception; it’s also about economic
development.”

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What They Said

greg cravens

About “Rose Did Not Cooperate and UM Kept the Lid On,” by John
Branston:

“Have these people at U of M EVER heard of LAWSUITS? Sue Rose’s ass.
Sue Calipari’s ass. Sue all those people on that NCAA committee’s ass.
Go for the Gold. They have screwed us. Get some revenge money.”

rantboy

About “Lost Wins: The Calipari Era Ends with a Whimper,” by Frank
Murtaugh:

“I’m ashamed I was one of the many who shed the proverbial tear
while reading the ‘He’s Gone’ headline months ago in the CA.
Whatta chump I was. Calipari has the conscience of a Fuller brush.”
Phlo

“Good to see Calp back in the spotlight. We need more of his type to
remind us of how the cheating world does business.” —
Rulesman

About “Obama’s Here, Grab Yer Guns, Boys!” by Bruce VanWyngarden,
who wondered why people brought guns to a presidential speech in
Arizona:

“The only reason idiots like these bring guns with them is to draw
attention to themselves. They just want to make sure everyone knows how
really bad they are, and by all means, make the newspaper.”

Hillbilly Kat

Comment of the Week:

About “Letters to the Editor” and an online discussion about
commentor guidelines, politics, and religion:
“‘Cash for
Clunkers’ was just the beginning, you just wait until you see ‘Cupcakes
for Communism.’ We’re going to bring back Socialism, Communism,
Fascism, the Whig Party, and disco.” — autoegocrat

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Fly on the Wall

Lunch Line

It’s hard to believe that 10 years have passed since Ryan Coleman
penned an attention-grabbing article for his college newspaper about
his former dormmate Jared Fogle losing 240 pounds eating Subway
sandwiches. It was a seminal moment in modern marketing. That article
begat more articles, and one of the most successful advertising
campaigns in history was born.

Is it possible to recapture that Jared “the Subway guy” magic? Can
the fast-food chain once again give chubby America a hero to believe in
while plowing through a Big Philly Cheesesteak sandwich on Italian
herb-and-cheese bread? It could be a good fallback gig for interim
Mayor Myron Lowery, if the special election doesn’t go his way.

Walled Up

Wrestling promoter Bill Behrens found an innovative use for leftover
yard signs from King Jerry Lawler’s last mayoral run in 1999. Writing
for TheWrestleZone.com,
Behrens says that after the election was over, he was stuck with
hundreds of them.

“I tried to get rid of them, thinking folks would buy them,” Behrens
writes, noting that he eventually sold two. “I used some to fill in a
wall in a shed at my house and threw away a bunch. Who knew they’d have
value nearly a decade later?”

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Letters to the Editor

The Healthcare Debate

There’s lots of talk about the opposition to Obama’s healthcare plan
— calling it communist, assailing it as an elimination of human
freedom. But honestly, where’s the problem? Insurance companies have
ethics panels that determine if end-of-life procedures are worth the
cost. Republicans don’t call those “death panels.” Insurance companies
limit which expensive medicines are available to their customers, but
Republicans don’t call that “health care rationing.” Only Obama’s plans
get such inflammatory labels.

No, these folks are not really angry that the next time they apply
for health insurance, a government program will also appear in the list
of options. Are they angry that that their children can apply for
government school grants as well as private grants? Are they appalled
that if they apply for a business loan, they can apply to a mixture of
government and private foundations? No.

The problem they have is with Obama himself, with the color of his
skin. Everything in their cultural makeup tells them that they should
not allow themselves to be ruled by a black man. That’s the reason for
the shouting and the spitting and the gun-toting. These people are
still back in 1963, blocking school entrances. They’ve never given up,
and even though the Obama election handed them the ultimate insult to
their belief that white people are better, don’t expect them to give up
now.

Gun store owners will tell you that the reason why gun ownership has
skyrocketed is the simple existence of a President Obama. And the day
after someone in the mob finally takes his best shot, the others will
cry in front of the cameras that the arsenals in their closets are in
no way responsible for the dead president.

So what do we do about these vigilantes? Simple. What would we do
about them if they were of Middle Eastern descent? What would we do if
their leaders were named Mohammad and Jamal, rather than Bud and Joe?
I’m sure America would be responding much more forcefully right now, if
that were the case.

Cherry Jimenez
Memphis

Before everyone forgets the craziness of the town hall meetings,
let’s be honest about just who these obnoxious people yelling at the
speakers were. This was not a grassroots movement or a groundswell of
mom-and-pop America.

We’ve seen these angry and frustrated folks and their intimidating
tactics before: The mostly white, conservative, and close-minded crowd
has been at the forefront of the anti-abortion protests, at countless
anti-immigration gatherings, and anti-gay-marriage rallies. Now, these
same people have morphed into the anti-tax movement and “tea party
patriots” with the stated mission of attacking healthcare reform.

Leave it to the Republicans to exploit the current situation and put
party politics before the health and well-being of millions of
Americans. The GOP’s goal is obstruction, blocking all meaningful
reform, and then running against a “do nothing” Congress in 2010.

Ron Lowe

Nevada City, California

Tiger Tumult

Regarding the NCAA sanctions placed upon the University of Memphis
and its basketball program for their 2007-8 season:

Gertrude Stein said, “A Rose, is a rose, is a ruse.” Shakespeare
said, “Alas, poor Derrick.” Seeing the handwriting on the wall, Coach
Cal expeditiously departed!

What the University needs now is the services of something similar
to 2 Chicks & a Broom to clean house.

Joe Mercer

Memphis

Tim Sampson

Tim Sampson is a riot! I’d pick up the Flyer just to read his
columns. And since the Flyer is the only paper I read, I’d say
it is the best in town. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without the
it. Keep up the good work.

Rev. Donald G. Timmens
Memphis

I swear if Tim Sampson doesn’t stop writing about Sarah Palin soon,
I’m going to assume he’s secretly in love with her. Let her go, Tim.
Let. Her. Go.

Hayley Garland

Memphis

Correction: In the article “Cobblestone Concerns”
(The Fly-by, August 20th issue), Sue Williams was identified as
speaking on behalf of the Sierra Club. She was speaking for Friends for
Our Riverfront.

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Flyer Flashback

Earlier this month, a standing-room-only crowd of riverfront
advocates and preservationists piled into the Balinese Ballroom
downtown to give the Riverfront Development Corporation (RDC) a piece
of their minds.

Many of those present weren’t happy with the RDC’s plan to place
rough stone (called riprap) at the base of the historic cobblestone
landing. Some also expressed concerns about RDC’s plans to install
east-west walkways leading to the river’s edge. No one seemed to argue,
however, with the RDC’s plan to replace missing cobblestones in the
historic landing.

But this isn’t a new project. According to a September 2000
Flyer story by Chris Przybyszewski, “the RDC has begun
supplementing the historic Memphis cobblestone walkway that lies
between Confederate and Tom Lee parks with both new and old
cobblestones. This $4.5 million project … will provide a safe and
attractive way to walk from the Tennessee Welcome Center into downtown
and south to Beale Street and Tom Lee Park.”

RDC president Benny Lendermon told the Flyer this week that
the $4.5 million cobblestone upgrade is the same project under way
today. Only, now the cost has inflated to $6 million.

Przybyszewski also reported that the RDC had plans to add medians,
pedestrian walkways, and flashing signs along Riverside Drive. At the
time, Lendermon said it looked “too much like the expressway.” Those
upgrades are in place today.

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The Rant

Isaac Hayes

Like any other city in the world, Memphis sometimes does some things wrong (if you’re young, ask someone
what Union Avenue used to look like). But then again, it can do some
things so right (100 years ago, in 1977, when I graduated from high school, there were about
three places in downtown Memphis where you could get a drink and something to eat).

This past Saturday, the friends and family of entertainment
superstar and philanthropist Isaac Hayes hosted an open-to-the-public
ceremony to unveil Hayes’ new, bronze grave marker at Memorial Park
Funeral Home and Cemetery, and I was fortunate enough to be involved
and attend. (Full disclosure: I work at the Stax Museum of American
Soul Music.) “Rose for Black Moses: A Celebration and Commemoration of
the Life of Isaac Hayes” was one of the most beautiful things I have
ever seen in Memphis.

For starters, if you’ve never visited the Crystal Shrine Grotto at
Memorial Park, you should. It is an area designed and built during the
1930s by Mexican artist Dionico Rodriguez and it’s on the National
Register of Historic Places. It’s like a fairy-tale land, with a cave
filled with paintings and some five tons of quartz crystal, a serene
Pool of Hebron, trees carved into special chairs, and other things that
make it one of the most special places in the city.

“Roses” took place beside the grotto, with candles lighting the
water in the pool, a stage with Hayes’ covered grave marker, music
floating through the air, old friends and family members gathered, and
large urns which were filled with roses that the guests brought. Hayes’
lifelong friend and songwriting partner David Porter and his widow
Adjowa Hayes worked tirelessly to get all of this arranged so that
people in Memphis could come and celebrate his life (most of the
speakers talked about Isaac, their friend and the man who constantly
gave back instead of always taking). The marker would make his grave a
place for people to come visit and pay their respects.

I won’t gush on, but let me just say that near the end of the
ceremony, at sunset in Saturday’s perfect weather, with white doves
released and circling the sky as the incomparable Shirley Brown was
singing, well, wailing, “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” it was something
magical. It was Memphis at its finest and it was something that
everyone who was there will never forget.

This all came at the end of a stressful week for me. Just the day
before, I got an e-mail from a friend who graduated from high school in
the spring and has been accepted at an esteemed college, but is so far
unable to get the loans he needs to leave inner-city Memphis and get
the education he deserves. This young man is one of the brightest, most
polite, most respectful kids I have ever known. He has worked his butt
off to get to this point. He has not been in any kind of trouble. He’s
a good kid with a big heart and now, because of nothing more than
financial circumstances, he may not get to go. I don’t know what to say
to him, other than the system needs a lot of work.

I also know a fellow who served two tours of duty in Iraq and had
part of his leg blown off by a roadside bomb. He came home
psychologically tortured and now he is sitting in a cell on the
psychiatric floor of the Shelby County Jail at 201 Poplar with no
family in this part of the country. To my knowledge, no one from the
United States Army has tried to contact him, no one has visited him,
and no one wants to acknowledge that when you are told to kill pretty
much anyone that you think might possibly pose a risk of any kind, even
if it is a family huddled in squalor behind doors you are told to kick
in, that this can cause severe temporary, if not permanent damage, to
the mind.

But I was so elated when I read an article online in The
Commercial Appeal
the other day about a Memphian, Thomas Dyer, who,
in an attempt to stop suffering to the degree that he can, has become
the U.S. Army’s first Buddhist chaplain. The twisted part of me jumped
to the reader comments to see how far the ignorance meter would rise
among those who profess to believe in God but also in the murder of
innocent people, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,
although there were some real winners condemning him to an afterlife of
what they perceive to be hell. No big surprise there.

I know I’m not making a whole lot of sense here. Sometimes I don’t.
But if more people followed in the generous footsteps of Isaac Hayes,
and if we could possibly find a way to not deny a very deserving young
man a decent education, and if we could help out an Iraq war veteran
who is caught up in a molasses-like judicial system, and if we could
not argue over someone’s choice of a spiritual path to help the
suffering, maybe we could all chill out just a bit and see that it
doesn’t do any good to be close-minded and obsessed with what I see on
a daily basis as just a bunch of bullshit. There.

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Room at the Inn

Only five Memphis hotels boast more than 300 rooms, and just two of
those — the Peabody and the Marriott — are located
downtown. Other luxury hotels downtown have fewer than 200 rooms.

But a proposed 11-story, 298-room hotel at the corner of Linden and
Fourth may increase the city’s odds of attracting large business
meetings and conventions. The county Land Use Control Board approved
the hotel earlier this month.

“We’re trying to provide a luxury environment that will compete with
the Peabody,” says Marlon Phoenix, managing partner with Royal Phoenix
Development. “We’ll have plenty of meeting space, and, in the ballroom,
we’ll be able to hold events for at least 600 people.”

Phoenix says the company is still in negotiations with a couple of
four-star hotel brands. He hopes the hotel will open in the spring or
summer of 2011. The proposed location is currently a parking lot owned
by the Pentecostal Temple Church of God in Christ.

John Oros, executive vice president of the Memphis Convention &
Visitors’ Bureau, says more downtown hotel rooms are essential to
attracting large conventions to Memphis.

“Convention planners want to avoid shuttling, and they want to avoid
having to sign 10 or more hotel contracts,” Oros says. “The trend in
the industry is going for the large mega-hotel complexes, like Opryland
in Nashville. They prefer to have their people under one roof.”

The proposed hotel project also will include upscale retail on the
ground floor, though Phoenix has yet to negotiate with any retail
companies.

Not only will a hotel at Linden and Fourth attract more conventions
to the city, Phoenix thinks it also will help to revitalize a blighted
area of downtown. The 11-story hotel would be located south of
FedExForum, in an area where empty parking lots and rundown buildings,
such as the abandoned Chisca Hotel, dominate the landscape.

“We’re really trying to make an effort to redevelop in that area,”
Phoenix says.

With the economy still suffering from the recent downturn, it might
seem like a strange time to build a large, luxury hotel, but Phoenix
disagrees.

“Things are ripe now for development,” Phoenix says. “We hope to
have this project open at a time when there’s an upswing as opposed to
waiting for an upswing to build the hotel.”

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Home-grown Cinema

It’s the first day of shooting on Open Five, Memphis
filmmaker Kentucker Audley’s third feature film, and sound guys Sean
Faust and Kent Smith are having a problem.

Smith is trying to attach remote microphones to actresses Shannon
Esper and Genevieve Angelson, but he’s run into a hitch.

“She’s wearing loose clothing,” Faust says to Smith, confused about
why he seems at an impasse.

“I don’t know where to hook it,” Smith says.

“You let her hook it,” Faust says.

“I’m not wearing anything,” Angelson pipes in helpfully.

“Nothing?”

Angelson shakes her head.

“No brassiere?” Faust asks, and Angelson shakes her head again.

“Oh, my. Then I guess we need more ace bandages.”

Troubleshooting is a theme on this first day, in which Audley and a
10-person cast and crew are trying to get a handful of crucial shots at
the Memphis International Airport without drawing too much attention to
themselves.

Audley’s films — such as his Indie Memphis-winning
Team Picture, which went on to screen at the Harvard Film
Archives and the IFC Center in New York, among other places, and got
him tabbed a “new face of independent film” by Moviemaker
magazine — are largely improvised and rooted in real
experiences. He wants authentic, potentially volatile situations, but
shooting in a vast, crowded public space is a new challenge.
Uncontrolled environments, Audley says at the shoot, are “normal for
the kinds of movies I make, but maybe not this uncontrolled.”

The film, co-written (or perhaps co-conceived) with Jump Back Jake
singer Jake Rabinbach, depicts two young women from New York visiting
Memphis for the weekend who are escorted around town by Rabinbach and
Audley, playing fictionalized versions of themselves. Another scene on
the first — and, Audley later says, most hectic — day of
the 12-day shoot is of Rabinbach picking the women up outside baggage
claim, maneuvering his van through a minefield of honking old ladies,
suitcase-dragging travelers, and a whistle-blowing crossing guard for
multiple takes while Audley stalks hurriedly along the drop-off lane.
After this, the crew is happy to move on to more serene locations such
as the P&H Café, the banks of the Mississippi, and even the
candlelight vigil at Graceland.

On the same day that Audley and his crew launched Open Five,
director David Harris, producer Erin Hagee, and their crew began
shooting Savage County, a web-based horror series financed by
Harris’ employer, MTV New Media, created through Craig Brewer’s BR2
Productions, and featuring many of the cast and crew of Brewer’s MTV
web series $5 Cover (for which the L.A.-based Harris and
Memphian Hagee were both producers).

A couple of weeks later, in the final days of an 18-day shoot
featuring long nights, oppressive heat, and, in the words of assistant
director Morgan Jon Fox, “animal- and insect-infested locations,” the
Savage County crew is filming some particularly nasty business
at Parker Prints, an enormous, multi-story brick print shop on Willie
Mitchell Boulevard in South Memphis. Property master Darian Corley and
her assistants have fashioned a portion of the building’s bottom floor
into a torture chamber of sorts, where actress Melissa Carnell is
chained to a chair and preparing to be branded with a hot iron.

“Bloody murder scream or whimpering?” Carnell asks into her
microphone, as Harris, Corley, and Fox watch the shot on a monitor at
the opposite end of the dark, concrete room. “Bloody murder scream,”
Harris instructs.

Watching the scene on the monitor, a layer of Carnell’s fake skin
seems to melt and peels off with the branding iron. The assembled crew
members recoil with a mix of horror and glee and a collective,
involuntary “wha-ha-ha.”

“That was horrible,” Harris says with a smile. “There’s our R.”

Open Five and Savage County are not the only projects
that have been filmed around town lately. Documentary filmmaker Willy
Bearden has made a foray into narrative fiction with the period piece
One Came Home; director Brad Ellis and his Old School Pictures
crew will finish shooting their visually ambitious and highly promising
vampire drama Daylight Fades early next month; filmmaking trio
Corduroy Wednesday continues work on their ongoing web series The
Conversion
; and many small projects are no doubt being filmed for
Live From Memphis’ L’il Film Fest and Music Video Showcase,
respectively.

Justin Fox Burks

director Kentucker Audley

But these ostensibly different projects — one, Open
Five
, an intimate, realistic feature likely to make the festival
circuit (and potentially a theatrical run) before a DVD release, the
other, Savage County, an effects-based genre series destined for
the web (and possibly television) — have two things in
common that are emblematic of the evolution of the Memphis indie scene:
Each represents a significant collaboration between homegrown
filmmakers and outside artists, and each has a realistic hope of
finding an audience beyond a handful of local family-and-friends
screenings.

Writer/director Harris shot a pilot episode for Savage County
— which is set in a small Texas town — in March
in Los Angeles, a month before $5 Cover launched. Once MTV
approved the series, Harris considered setting up his production
(budgeted at roughly $250,000) in film hotbed Austin but realized, he
says, that he was “trying to replicate the $5 Cover crew, which
was already in place.”

Teaming up with Brewer’s BR2 Productions for a Memphis shoot, Harris
brought in part of the crew from Los Angeles — an assistant
director, a cinematographer, a makeup specialist, etc. — while
longtime Brewer assistant Hagee assembled a Memphis contingent that is
something of a “getting the band back together” moment for the $5
Cover
team: Local filmmakers Fox and Mike McCarthy returning in
their assistant director and script supervisor roles, with property
master Corley (a Los Angeles-based Memphis native who worked on the
pilot) and costumer Meriwether Nichols, among others, back as well.

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producer Nick Case

“We start in the world of teen movies and end up in Texas
Chainsaw Massacre
,” Harris says, explaining Savage County‘s
plot like this: “Kids in small-town Texas are bored on the last weekend
before school. They pull a prank on an old man and end up killing him,
and his murderous kin come to set things right.”

Five of the seven lead teen characters are played by Los Angeles
actors, with the other two Memphians drawn from the latest films by Fox
(Ryan Carter from OMG/HaHaHa) and McCarthy (Ivey McLemore from
the upcoming Cigarette Girl). The heavies, though, are all
Memphians. Among the “murderous kin” are $5 Cover‘s Jeff Pope,
mammoth local film regular Patrick Cox, and puppeteer Jimmy Crosthwait,
cast after Harris saw him alongside Cody Dickinson in one of $5
Cover
‘s documentary companion films.

“We’ve got a good mix,” Harris says of the blend of Hollywood and
Memphis talent on the set. “We were on a pretty tight timeline, but
everything’s coming together.”

“It’s just been a rush to jump in and make it great,” Hagee
says.

As for Audley, his collaborations on Open Five extend beyond
creative partner and co-star Rabinbach. On the other side of the
camera, Chicago filmmaker Joe Swanberg — one of the leading
figures in the recent indie “mumblecore” scene via films such as
Hannah Takes the Stairs and Kissing on the Mouth
came in to act as the film’s primary cameraman, bringing with him his
own frequent partner, Dallas filmmaker David Lowery.

Audley, whose debut, Team Picture, found itself screening at
various festivals and exhibitions, befriended Swanberg after sending
him an early copy of the film. The pair soon collaborated on the short
film Ginger Sand, a Chicago-set coda to Team Picture.

“I try to keep myself out of the preparation stages as much as
possible so that people can bring their own things into it,” Audley
says of working with Swanberg and Lowery on the film.

The result, says Audley, “went unexpectedly, which is what I wanted.
I set it up so that things that I couldn’t imagine would happen
happened. Not extraordinary things. But little interactions I hadn’t
dreamed of.”

In addition to collaborating with well-regarded outside filmmakers,
Audley signed on to work with producers Nick Case and Ryan Watt, a
young duo who recently started the company Paper Moon Films with the
goal of producing local independent films. Open Five is their
first joint project.

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producer Erin Hagee

“It was a completely new team,” Audley says. “Nick

got in touch with me awhile back, and I had seen a couple of things
he had worked on which I was interested in. He could do what I always
needed — legal things, logistics — all the stuff I’m not
interested in working on. I think we understand each other. He gets the
work, and I get his sensibility.”

A Memphis native who got his start as a production assistant on the
Memphis-shot 21 Grams while still a student at Ole Miss, Case
set out for Los Angeles soon after and hustled his way into production
assistant jobs, eventually meeting filmmaker Cam Archer. Case served as
one of the producers on Archer’s experimental indie Wild Tigers I
Have Known
(filmmaker Gus Van Sant was the executive producer),
which premiered at Sundance and went on to win an Independent Spirit
Award.

Case is also a producer on Archer’s follow-up, Shit Year,
which stars Ellen Barkin. And he worked as a production manager on
actor Leonardo DiCaprio’s environmental documentary The 11th
Hour
, which was shot using members of Martin Scorsese’s regular
crew.

When his Los Angeles apartment lease was up, Case decided to return
home for a while and was surprised at the film scene he found.

“I was shocked,” Case says. “I knew Morgan [Jon Fox], and certainly
Craig [Brewer] and Ira [Sachs] but wasn’t aware of how much was going
on.”

In getting to know people involved in Memphis films, Case began to
see a potential role for himself.

“What I found when I started talking to these filmmakers was that
the idea of a producer who could be involved fulltime, who wasn’t just
an investor, was intriguing to them. These guys had been doing it all
themselves,” he says.

Case got involved with Audley on the back end of his second feature,
The Holy Land, which is now finished and getting ready for fall
festival submissions. Meanwhile, Case’s high school friend Watt had
also stumbled into the film scene.

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director David Harris

A marketing entrepreneur by trade, Watt had known filmmakers Brad
Ellis and Allen Gardner since high school and became involved with
their Indie Memphis winner Act One. When Ellis and Gardner got
ready to shoot their vampire flick Daylight Fades, Watt signed
on as a producer.

“I got involved as a producer first to invest and raise money,” Watt
says. “I thought I might show up occasionally, and it would be fun. I
ended up on the set every day.”

“I think they’re providing a service that the local film scene needs
whether [the film scene] knows it or not,” says Indie Memphis director
Erik Jambor, who helped connect Case with Paper Moon’s next project,
The Romance of Loneliness, the feature debut from local
filmmaking team Sarah Ledbetter and Matteo Servente. (Jambor will also
be screening Swanberg’s and Lowery’s current films — Alexander
the Last
and St. Nick — at the October festival.)

“It’s good to get people off the idea that they have to do
everything themselves,” Jambor says. “[Producing] is not just about
finding funding, but helping to develop writer/directors into artists
who can grow. If you look at the indie film world, that’s where a lot
of the most interesting stuff comes from.”

The kind of collaboration that Open Five and Savage
County
represents is something Jambor has promoted since taking the
helm of Indie Memphis a year and a half ago.

“A lot of what we do is centered on connecting people,” says Jambor,
whose festival was recently named by Filmmaker magazine as one
of the world’s 25 Coolest Film Festivals. “We’re always looking for way
to make these connections happen, and we think that’s a necessary step
to expand the notion of regional filmmaking. As an artist, you can’t be
working in a bubble.”

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Genevieve Angelson in ‘Open Five’

Defining the producer’s role is another sign of the increased
seriousness and the realistic ambitions driving the growth of local
filmmaking.

“Once the film’s done, we’re just getting started,” Case says about
the distribution options facing indie films in an age of declining
theatrical opportunities. “The distribution world is changing so much.
Those big Sundance buys? They’re not happening. It’s going to be about
self-distribution. Online. TV and TV On Demand. Some people are taking
their films on the road like a rock band — delivering the product
directly to the audience.”

The range of Memphis filmmakers taking advantage of these
alternative distribution models to reach audiences beyond local film
scenesters is growing. It’s no longer just about Brewer, Sachs, and
McCarthy, though McCarthy will make a splash next month when he unveils
Cigarette Girl, his first feature since 2000’s Superstarlet
A.D.
, which debuted in July before a large audience at the
Revelation Perth International Film Festival in Australia and looks to
expand the “exploitation” director’s devoted cult.

“I’ve got enough street cred. I’ve got gravel-road cred,” McCarthy
says, citing Cigarette Girl as a film he hopes will be taken
more seriously.

This summer, Fox joined past honorees Audley and Brewer as a
Memphis-based member of Moviemaker‘s annual “new faces of indie
film” list, and after a strong festival run, his most recent feature,
OMG/HaHaHa, will get a fall DVD release from venerable art-film
distributor Water Bearer Films. Filmmakers such as Jeremy Benson
(Live Animals), Brian Pera (The Way I See Things), and
Rod Pitts (What Goes Around …) have joined an expanding list
of local filmmakers to garner good festival screenings and demonstrate
an ability to produce even better work in the future.

Many filmmakers also are following the $5 Cover lead in
exploring the web as a means of bringing their work directly to
audiences rather than wade through the morass of festival submissions.
Like $5 Cover and Savage County, these attempts have been
through serialized content. Filmmaker Mark Jones (Eli Parker Is
Getting Married?
, Fraternity Massacre on Hell Island)
lovingly spoofed daytime soap operas with his On the Edge of
Happiness
series, which recently screened at the North Carolina Gay
& Lesbian Film Festival after debuting online.

“I was a little disappointed in not getting into a ton of festivals
for Eli Parker and Fraternity Massacre,” Jones says. “So
I wanted to be more in control of getting my work out there.”

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Memphis puppeteer Jimmy Crosthwait in ‘Savage County’

More recently, emerging filmmaking trio Corduroy Wednesday has gone
the web route with their ongoing conspiracy series The
Conversion
, an inventive techno-thriller inspired by the move from
analog to digital television.

“We liked the idea of doing something on the web and getting it out
to people and getting immediate feedback,” says Corduroy Wednesday
writer/director Edward Valibus Phillips. “It’s not just one screening
in one theater and one city. Now if somebody sees it and likes it, they
can say, hey people check this out, and it’s available 24/7.”

Phillips and collaborators Erik Morrison and Benjamin Rednour
financed The Conversion via a lucrative win (roughly $1,500) for
their short film CottonBallLand at a recent installment of Live
From Memphis’ L’il Film Fest, a quarterly contest and showcase that has
returned from hiatus to inspire and help develop local filmmakers.

“That’s what keeps us in practice,” Phillips says of the L’il Film
Fest, especially when we aren’t working on a huge project.”

A 12-part series, The Conversion will continue to debut new
episodes through September, with the final stretch playing as part of a
full screening at Indie Memphis in October.

Many see the growth of web-based content as something Memphis can
capitalize on, something Brewer stressed when $5 Cover debuted
earlier this year.

“This is a town with creative people who can make a dollar go a long
way,” Harris says.

“I think the new media will be great for Memphis,” says Corley, who
says a lot of her recent work in Los Angeles has been for web-based
content. “More and more content is needed and there are people here who
know how to do it. I think $5 Cover was great for Memphis, and
[Savage County] coming here is the proof of that.”

If the Memphis filmmaking scene is entering a new, more diverse, and
more serious phase, the Savage County shoot is a reminder of why
so many are drawn to filmmaking despite the heavy odds against
lucrative success: It’s about as close as you can get to hard work as
creative play.

Back at Parker Prints, Corley is showing off a set filled with
gruesome gadgets: a chair with chains that tips, suspended, over a
lawnmower blade; a hook for hanging brave actors upside down; a wall
rack where victims are tied up, spread-eagle.

“What’s great about a production like this is that everyone in the
art department is local, and, on a low-budget project, you get to be so
much more hands on,” Corley says. “Everything in here is a mechanical
working rig. Of all the big-budget movies I’ve worked on, this one has
the most rigs.”

Outside, while techs prep the scene, Crosthwait is waiting for his
close-up. Harris comes up to make sure Crosthwait and Cox have seen the
dialogue changes for their upcoming scene.

Harris gives a curious look that suggests the colorful Crosthwait
has taken to his “hillbilly killer” role perhaps a little too well.

“I didn’t want to play this like a goddamn Barney Fife, for it to be
that rednecky,” Crosthwait says, getting into character as he describes
this murderous clan’s proud Confederate heritage.

“We show no mercy. And over the generations, we’ve gotten damned
good at it,” Crosthwait declares. “I’m not just a drunken lunatic
redneck killer.”

He then describes his motivation — a dead, mistreated
wife — via a self-created backstory that no one else seems
to know about. “God didn’t show my dear Abby any mercy. Why should
anyone else be any different?”

But for now, Harris just wants to know if Cox and Crosthwait have
the dialogue down. Crosthwait has one line in the scene
— “go ahead” — which he performs for his director
with gusto.

“I nailed it!” Crosthwait exclaims with a grin and a flourish. “I
smell Oscar.”