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INT. MEMPHIS – AMURICA – DAY

A sunny January Sunday afternoon at Amurica, the photography studio on Cleveland, with couches and comfy chairs arranged in a circle. Expensive-looking cameras top tripods aimed at the people seated: Savannah Bearden, Erik Morrison, Benjamin Rednour, G.B. Shannon, Ben Siler, Drew Smith, Edward Valibus, Brad Villane, and Billie Worley. Cans of Wiseacre Beer and film scripts are passed around.

Worley tells a joke to the room that can’t be repeated because he said it was off the record before he said it. It’s hysterical on shock value alone. Then Worley returns to his running-gag ribbing of Smith about a line Commercial Appeal film writer John Beifuss wrote about the pair last year for their performances in the short movie Songs in the Key of Death: Worley and Smith are “arguably the best actors in local indie film today.” In Worley’s hands, the compliment becomes alternately a needle to somehow use against Smith, a statement of false modesty, then self-deprecation, and then a triumphant peacock feather.

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(L-R) Ben Siler, G.B. Shannon, Edward Valibus, Joann Self Selvidge

At some point, Valibus steers the group back to the business at hand. This is, after all, work: Though no one in the room is getting paid for it, this is a meeting of the regular gathering the group calls Script Bucket. It’s a combination pitch session, Saturday Night Live-style skit workshop, table reading, screenplay criticism panel, and local film news discussion.

Shannon brought his script for Songs in the Key of Death to one of the first Script Bucket meetings last year. Valibus would ultimately go on to direct the zombie comedy short, co-written and co-produced with Shannon, with cinematography by Morrison and boom operation/sound mixing by Rednour.

“We knew immediately that the starring role was perfect for Worley. There’s a bit of improv in it,” Valibus says. “I did a rewrite of the end of the film, and that gave us a second-half star actor to carry the scene. We brought in Drew Smith, who has great comedic skills.” At this Script Bucket, Valibus tells his collaborators that Songs in the Key of Death has just been accepted into another film festival. That’s five acceptances and zero rejections to date.

It’s good news, but what’s next for these filmmakers? The Script Bucket gathering first considers a script from Valibus about a funeral. The prospective film is cast for a read-through and performed and then dissected. When should this film be set? Modern day or in the 1800s? What’s the history of embalming? What visual gags can be added? Then the group goes through it again with blocking and more embellishments.

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(L-R) Brian Pera, Emmanuel Amido, Morgan Jon Fox, DeAara Lewis

The next script is from Siler about a man in a peculiar, extreme situation. Everyone agrees it could be shot a lot of different ways: Dogville-style? Animated? Start with realism and evolve into something else?

One or two films may come out of Script Bucket sessions this year, but the urgency to finish a project may not hit home until the Indie Memphis deadline is looming later in the year. And there’s no telling what the next Script Bucket might bring: Maybe the next big thing in independent Memphis filmmaking.

In the meantime, Worley has another anecdote, this one involving a local celebrity, which can’t be repeated. He’s working. You never know what will wind up in a film.

INT. MEMPHIS – PLAYHOUSE ON THE SQUARE – INDIE MEMPHIS – NIGHT

Though to an outsider, Script Bucket appears to be the product of a tight-knit troupe of filmmakers, there are actually several different sets of mini-filmmaking communities represented. Morrison, Rednour, and Valibus constitute Corduroy Wednesday Film Company; they’ve worked in the past with Villane, a local TV news producer; Shannon works closely with ace Memphis filmmaker Ryan Earl Parker; Siler is a revered independent filmmaker with institutional memory back to the now defunct Media Co-Op at First Congo; Bearden, Smith, and Worley are acting and filmmaking freelancers who work with many different people. At any given Indie Memphis Film Festival, you’ll see their names and faces numerous times. Bearden produces the fest’s awards show each year and has utilized the talents of Corduroy Wednesday and Siler.

The past few years, some of Memphis’ low-budget film community has been an archipelago of creative islands — indie filmmakers often working independent of each other. DIY sometimes trending to Do It Myself. At its best, however, the isolationism leads to consistent work. Local production companies and filmmaking cliques are like classic Hollywood movie studios writ small, with bankable stars, cohesive visual aesthetics, and recurring subject matter.

Script Bucket is an effort to build bridges between like-minded sorts. Another is an open filmmaker forum that Indie Memphis holds a few days after January’s Script Bucket at Playhouse on the Square’s Theatre Café in Midtown. More than 30 filmmakers, roughly a third of them women, sit at tabletops and direct their attention to Brighid Wheeler, Indie Memphis’ program manager. She’s there to hear what the filmmakers have to say: What do they need? What can Indie Memphis do, or keep doing, to support the artists? Feedback ranges from technical education opportunities and ways for filmmakers to show their works in progress to each other to marketing and business workshops and networking events.

“I got a feeling there were needs that weren’t being met,” says Wheeler. “There’s not always a lot of crossover between groups of filmmakers, so people trying to come into the community have a hard time.”

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Brighid Wheeler

The misnomer is that Indie Memphis is a once-a-year event, when in fact it features year-round programming. Wheeler wants to see that calendar-wide focus reach down to helping the filmmakers make their work. But, she says, “I can’t make decisions for the community when I don’t know what they want to do.”

Indie Memphis executive director Erik Jambor points to yet another asset local film has: Malco. “Not only are we able to work with Malco to present some of our year-round programming at Studio on the Square, but they also make it easy for local filmmakers to book a screen,” Jambor says.

“We feel it’s very important to support the local filmmakers, whether their budget is $5,000 or $500,000,” says Jimmy Tashie, executive at Malco. The theater chain rents out screens for local screenings for a flat fee, which many filmmakers use to raise funds to pay for equipment upgrades and festival entry fees. If the film is strong enough and Malco sees a potential audience, a film may get a weeklong or two-week run, as was the case with the films One Came Home and Memphis Heat. “We want everybody’s dream to come true,” Tashie says.

Tashie is board chairman of the Memphis & Shelby County Film/TV Commission as well, and that organization has considerable skin in the game. Though state incentives and work to lure larger-budget film productions to Memphis dominate the headlines, the commission does a lot to support the homegrown filmmakers.

The commission publishes a production directory so that if a project needs, say, a line producer, grip, or camera operator, they can readily see what Memphis has to offer. Deputy Film Commissioner Sharon Fox O’Guin helps filmmakers cut red tape, secure permits, and find locations.

“What is lacking is money to make the films the filmmakers want to make, pay the crew what they want to pay them, and market the films adequately,” says Film Commissioner Linn Sitler.

As things stand, most local productions aren’t eligible for incentives in the first place: Even if the masters of the state purse strings were of a mind to open them, the entry-level budget for a film to qualify is $200,000, well above what a true indie film is going to spend. The budget of an average Corduroy Wednesday film, Rednour says, “consists of buying the cast and crew food. People are giving you their time on the nights and weekends, and if you can’t pay them, you want to make sure they’re fed, taken care of, and have somewhere to sit and something to drink.”

Without adequate funding to support practitioners, though, there’s been a talent drain in Memphis film. “The film industry is like the music industry in Memphis,” Rednour says. “We have the talent, but the music industry went to Nashville. The film industry went to New Orleans.”

Of the filmmakers who have stayed, most are tied to a day job. “In 16 years of attempting to make films in Memphis, I’ve made a grand total of about $1,000,” says Eric Tate (Piano Man Pictures). So he supplements his bank account, like many filmmakers, with non-filmmaking jobs.

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Laura Jean Hocking and C. Scott McCoy

Sam Bahre (Azbest Films) says, “Memphis’ filmmakers are working retail, waiting tables, and going into debt trying to make their art, but you can only put up with so many rude customers before it’s time to wrap it up.”

Some creatives are fortunate enough to have a job helping others create commercials and corporate projects, either on a freelance basis or working for local professional video, production, and camera companies. There can be a downside to going that route, though, says Chad Allen Barton (Piano Man Pictures). “Most people try to have part-time jobs for a while, but then it turns into a full-time job, and before you know it, they’re not making films anymore.”

“I know a great graphic artist who runs a liquor store,” says Siler. “I know musicians who run a call center. I would argue all they’re missing is a community that values them. Memphis does make fitful steps toward that, but never enough.”

Valibus has been supporting himself through filmmaking for a while, but most of it hasn’t been narrative work. He did a big job recently for Stax Museum, then he filmed a body-shop commercial, then a music video. He’s keeping the lights on, but he’s so busy with what’s in front of him, it’s hard setting up the next shoot.

Morrison works at a local film-equipment company, a great situation for a filmmaker to be in, he says, adding, “I never wanted to be a doctor or lawyer.” Rednour and Bearden work together at a film production company in Memphis; Worley at yet another.

Shannon bristles at the thought that what he’s doing with film is anything short of completely serious, even if it doesn’t pay well and even if he prefers to work in the short film medium. “I’m tired of the question from people in an interview, ‘Is this a hobby?'” Shannon says. “I spend all my time and life and money devoted to this trying to make it work, but yeah, it’s a hobby.”

EXT. MEMPHIS – NIGHT AND DAY

The indie film scene in Memphis is disjointed and collaborative. It hustles for more and is satisfied with the success of flying just under the radar. If you poll a couple dozen filmmakers, you’ll get a couple dozen perspectives. So, that’s what we did. First, here are excerpted characterizations of indie film today:

Sam Bahre (Azbest Films): “It doesn’t matter if you want to be a cameraman or an actor, you’re gonna have to work that (boom) pole like a stripper at some point in your Memphis film career.

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Erik Morrison

“The filmmaking community here is hungry; they want to work. I know a lot of people in this city who spend their week at menial jobs all day and then work crew in all of their spare time for free. This has got to be the capital city of working on film sets for no money.”

Chad Allen Barton (Piano Man Pictures): “It can be absolute insanity to shoot here: Planes, trains, automobiles, dogs, people honking their horns at you, and people coming up to you during a take to ask if they can be in the movie. I’ve had the cops called on me four times. The weather destroys every schedule you make.”

Savannah Bearden (actress, producer): “I love making films in Memphis because there’s still a novelty to it here. Nobody’s really made the rules yet. I lived in L.A. for about five-and-a-half minutes, and hearing people talk about making films out there made me crazy. My old roommate was a director who showed me this completely forgettable four-minute short he’d made — for $80,000. All I could think was: Do you know what you could do in Memphis for that kind of money? In Memphis, you could make a short for $80,000 if you wanted, but why the hell would you? Most of the time, all it takes to make a four-minute short here is lunch and beers. Sometimes just beers. I just never wanted to hustle to make films. Hustling does not come naturally to me. I like that you don’t have to hustle in Memphis.”

Jeremy Benson (Live Animals): “I’ve always thought it was cool that someone can make a movie for no money in Memphis and take that movie to the Hollywood Film Fest and then watch that little movie go all around the world. It shows what a bunch of people who care about something can accomplish with passion alone, ’cause we sure as hell didn’t have any money.”

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Drew Smith

Nick Case (Paper Moon Films): “My first real film job was as a PA on 21 Grams, and I remember the director, Alejandro González Iñárritu, saying he chose Memphis over many other cities including Atlanta and Mexico City, because there is a soul here unlike any other cities.”

Morgan Jon Fox (See filmography, page 20): “I attribute my filmmaking success to the love and care I was shown by the people in this city when I was just a young filmmaker with a heart filled with passion and a crazy dream to make a movie. Other cities would’ve squashed me … chewed me up and spit me out with criticism and demands. People here truly love being involved, collaborating, and seeing other people succeed. I love this. It’s beautiful. I really feel like Memphis knows what it is … flaws and all. There’s truth in those flaws, there’s originality, there’s magic … there’s soul.

Laura Jean Hocking (See filmography, page 20): “Memphis is architecturally interesting and historically lush, and there should be no reason that large-scale productions shouldn’t be choosing us as a location over Georgia and Louisiana.”

DeAara Lewis (Tricks., The Forgotten Ones): “Being a native Memphian, my name traveled faster because the city is not saturated with filmmakers, especially female filmmakers of color.”

C. Scott McCoy (See filmography, page 20): “After my experiences making films, I no longer believe in the auteur theory, that the director is everything. Making a movie is more like being in a band, a complete team effort, even if the director is driving the bus.”

Ryan Earl Parker (See filmography, page 20): “The Memphis filmmaking community is talented, hardworking, and, most importantly, hungry. The drive to create important and artful films is strong here in part because it is so difficult.”

Brian Pera (See filmography, page 20): “Memphis leaves me be and lets me concentrate. I’m able to bring the people I need into town and build films based on what I have, not what I wish I had. The films I make, however ambitious conceptually, are willfully small and intimate in execution. That’s not an accident or a product of deprivation. I like small. I like using available things. Filming in Memphis lends itself to this and is often an asset getting people to come here.”

Joann Self Selvidge (See filmography, page 20): “If you really want to ‘make a living’ by making films, you’ve gotta hustle. Some people throw house parties, some people set up fundraising meetings, some people do crowdfunding, some people work on side projects for clients. Whatever it takes to carve out some time so you can focus on your film and make that vision a reality.”

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Ben Siler (See filmography, page 20): “A person with filmmaking aspirations is Charlie Brown. Making a living telling stories is a football. Capitalism is Lucy. Memphis is a city that’s been devoured by unthinking capitalism. As a result, artists suffer.”

Drew Smith (The Book of Noah, Being Awesome): “My worst experience was [when] I had bought a van from a tow truck driver for $100 for a film I was making. It ran for the first week but broke down in front of Ryan Earl Parker’s house. We still had three or four driving scenes to get, so we taped them with me bouncing and kicking the front bumper while Ryan rolled. Then we abandoned the van and the cops towed it off a month later.”

Ryan Watt (Paper Moon Films): “When you see a film being made in Memphis, you know it is being done for the love of the art and not financial reasons, which creates some really interesting work with a Memphis edge.”

EXT. MEMPHIS – THE FUTURE – MAGIC HOUR

We also polled the artists on what Memphis filmmaking can look like aspirationally and how it can get there, excerpted:

Emmanuel Amido (Orange Mound, Tennessee: America’s Community): “It took me a long time to convince myself to submit my film to Indie Memphis. In 2012, I remember being parked at the light at Cooper and Union, and I was looking in at Indie Memphis, and I thought, I want to be in there one day. But I didn’t have anyone to show me how to enter film festivals.”

Barton: “We need to get more people in Memphis excited about local films. There have been big movements for local food and beer and to support local business, but the arts are lost in that equation.”

Mark Jones (See filmography, page 20): “Memphis could take a step forward in bringing small- and perhaps even larger-budget films to Memphis: Consolidate the empty gates at the airport and open up [a concourse] to filming. To be able to shoot inside an actual airport terminal would be nice for both low and large budget films. Also, neighborhoods around the airport were bought and demolished years ago. There are still some paved streets where the houses once stood. Fake houses and fake buildings could be built on this land. Memphis could literally build a ‘studio back lot’ on the empty land next to the airport.”

McCoy: “We are Tennessee entrepreneurs working to create an export industry, and the state government couldn’t care less about us. But the movie business is hard and it is only getting harder. Hollywood doesn’t know how to save itself in the Internet age. We’re living in an era of unprecedented change. The new ideas about film and video as a medium are going to come from the grassroots.”

David Merrill (Fuel Film Memphis): “We need visionary leadership both behind the camera and in the ‘front office’ of production. We need leaders in the community to provide the educational opportunities for filmmakers to learn the skills they’ll need to effectively tell their stories and get seen in a competitive marketplace.”

Rob Parker (Meanwhile in Memphis: The Sound of a Revolution): “The Memphis filmmaking community can get to the next level simply by more people taking the initiative to make their own films no matter what. With Meanwhile in Memphis, we were not skilled, experienced filmmakers. It was me, a musician, and my co-director, Nan Hackman, a retired schoolteacher with some videography knowledge. But we had a vision to make this documentary and were able to learn what we needed to along the way.”

Pera: “I don’t compare myself to other filmmakers, and I try not to do that to Memphis as a city. I wouldn’t be making films living in some other city. Whatever little bit of magic, miserable or sublime, Memphis has, doesn’t need my idea of perfection projected onto it. Memphis has not only highly competent or skilled crewpeople and performers but also deeply talented ones, people I consider local treasures.”

Marie Pizano (principal of MVP3 Entertainment Group, 2014 presenting sponsor of On Location: Memphis International Film & Music Fest): “I don’t know what everyone else is doing, but this is what I’m going to do for my part: I’m going to film two to three films a year, lower budget but not lower quality. If it takes me years, I’ll do it. That’s how they did it in New Orleans. I’m working with the whole world to help me pull this together right here in Memphis. I’m going to bust down every door I can. I’m going to go walk that walk. There are so many gems here; we’re sitting on a gold mine. And no one listens. So, to hell with this, I’m going to go do it.”

Geoffrey Brent Shrewsbury (17 Inch Cobras, You Better Behave): “I believe whole-heartedly that script is king. Money and, in return, crew, follow good scripts. If Memphis turned out one strong script a year, we’d be on the map. But, as they say, if it were easy, everyone would be doing it.”

Melissa Anderson Sweazy (John’s Farm): “We have a ridiculous amount of talent here: brilliant DPs, composers, writers, and actors. We need the funding to put them to work. My wish is for there to be the Memphis equivalent of the Tennessee Arts Commission, where local filmmakers could apply for grants to help defray production costs/festival expenses. Something like the Awesome Foundation, where Memphians could pool resources to donate to local film.”

Rachel M. Taylor (Avarice): “We need to get on board with the idea of self-distribution. It’s going to be the future for independent filmmakers.”

S. Bearden: “I like that the film community here is still relatively untainted by Hollywood and big-time productions. There’s an innocence and sincerity about the community here that doesn’t exist in larger markets, kind of a ‘let’s put on a show, you guys!’ mentality. I hope we never lose that.”

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Sickening

Last fall, in our November 21st issue, we surveyed the then-brewing struggle between pro- and anti-union forces relative to the pending worker election at the Volkswagen plant in Chattanooga. “Who’s the Laughingstock?” We asked in our headline for that editorial — the reference being to what we had hoped was an off-the-cuff remark by U.S. Senator Bob Corker, regarding the fact that the Volkswagen management, both German and American, declined to be alarmed over the prospect of the United Auto Workers (UAW) union gaining representation at the plant.

VW would become a “laughingstock” if something that dire were to happen, Corker suggested, whereas we saw such a label being more appropriate if affixed to official buttinskies like himself. After all, Volkwagen executives had made it unmistakably clear that a UAW presence at their plant would more likely be beneficial than not — especially since it would make the Volkwagen’s traditional reliance on “workers’ councils,” easier to achieve. “Volkswagen considers its corporate culture of works councils a competitive advantage,” VW spokesperson Bernard Osterloh said at the time, adding, “Volkswagen is led by its board and not by politicians.”

Never mind that the UAW was already an established presence at the General Motors plant in Spring Hill, Tennessee. Of course, Corker had already distinguished himself (or something) by leading the resistance in 2009 to President Obama’s highly successful plan to resuscitate the then-ailing automobile industry in Detroit, headquarters of GM. But we thought that, having vented his union-baiting opinions and saluted the flag of Tennessee’s sacrosanct right-to-work law, he would settle down and allow the worker election in Chattanooga to be held in peace.

He did not. Instead, Corker placed himself at the head of a quasi-official coalition to stop the potential unionization of the VW plant, by any means necessary. Even as VW’s management was graciously allowing union organizers to address workers inside the plant, Corker et al. launched an execrable threat campaign to intimidate Volkswagen and scare the plant’s workers.

Abetted by such unsavory rightwing outsiders as Grover Norquist and the infamous Koch brothers, the Corker coalition went to its union-busting task. Corker said publicly that VW would manufacture a mid-sized SUV in Chattanooga if the workers rejected the union. (In other words: reject the union, boys, and there’ll be more work for you. Plant manager Frank Fischer promptly disputed the senator’s assertion, and Corker blithely called him a liar. Then Bo Watson (R-Hixson), speaker pro tem of the state Senate, went Corker one better, threatening legislation to revoke the existing state financial concessions granted to VW by the state if the UAW should win the vote. (In other words, “we’ll take away the work you already have if you vote yes.”) And, oh yes, surprise: Our go-along governor said he thought suppliers would think twice about serving a unionized plant.

The bottom line: After all this pressure from officialdom, the UAW bid was narrowly defeated, and Senator Corker actually boasted in a press release that the whole Volkswagen-in-Chattanooga project was hatched around his kitchen table. Fair’s fair: Wouldn’t want to give Boss Bob indigestion, would you?

We, however, are inclined to retch.

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The Lego Movie

Phil Lord’s and Christopher Miller’s The Lego Movie pulls the rug out from under you almost immediately, when Morgan Freeman’s blind wizard, Vitruvius, signals the arrival of the evil Lord Business (Will Ferrell) by solemnly intoning, “He is coming. Cover your butt.” Lord (later President) Business presides over a Gormenghast of interlocking plastic blocks populated with happy, mindless people like Emmet Brickowoski (Chris Pratt), a claw-handed construction worker who cheerfully and blindly follows his daily instructions for living a happy life. In the first of many satirical touches, one of those instructions is “Buy overpriced coffee”; another involves singing an inane ditty called “Everything Is Awesome” for five hours straight.

Two accidents throw Emmet’s dull and lonely world into chaos. First, he lays eyes on Wyldstyle (Elizabeth Banks), a beautiful freelance “master builder” poking around a job site late one night. Second, something called “The Piece of Resistance” fuses to Emmet’s back, causing Wyldstyle to think of him as the fulfillment of Vitruvius’ deathbed prophecy about a “special” who will rise up and end Lord Business’ obsessive-compulsive reign of terror.

Like Mel Brooks’ 1987 Star Wars takedown, Spaceballs, The Lego Movie is a self-aware, product-placement group grope at war with itself. But part of the fun is in the way those battles cause significant collateral damage to the rest of the pop culture landscape. Pirates, superheroes, The Lord of The Rings, and Abraham Lincoln himself all receive well-deserved kicks in the pants. And if the conformist nightmare of Emmet’s Legoland isn’t scary enough, consider the alternative — a rainbow-colored anarchist wonderland presided over by a deeply repressed “Unikitty” (Alison Brie).

Still not convinced? Well, what if I tell you that Pratt and Will Arnett, who plays Batman as an egomaniacal, intolerant, hyper-serious industrial-music composer, deliver the best comic performances of the still-young year? ■

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Making Movies in Memphis: DIY

Greg Akers surveys the landscape of independent film-making in Memphis and finds a lot to like.

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Stupid Is as Stupid Does

Bruce VanWyngarden cites examples of the American’s public’s ignorance and says we get the legislature we deserve.

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Team Pictures

With the help of Indie Memphis and the Memphis & Shelby County Film/TV Commission, the Memphis Flyer conducted a (very) non-scientific survey to determine the essential independent, no-budget or extremely low-budget films made in Memphis. A few filmmakers got many votes for multiple films, so we’ve consolidated their entries into an oeuvre. (Plus, that let us use the word oeuvre.) But even the combining process is difficult, since so many of these filmmakers worked on each other’s films. A director on one film is a writer on another, a producer on a third, and a crewmember on a fourth.

So, dive in at Black Lodge Video, which carries many of these local films, or poke around online, including Kentucker Audley’s great resource NoBudge.com.

Recommended Oeuvres

* Kentucker Audley: Team Picture, Open Five, Open Five 2, and Holy Land

* Craig Brewer: The Poor & Hungry, Indie Origins, and Clean Up in Booth B

* Corduroy Wednesday (Edward Valibus, Erik Morrison, & Benjamin Rednour): Songs in the Key of Death, The Conversion, Confessions of a Pedalphile, CottonBallLand, and Genesis on Demand

* Brad Ellis: Act One, Daylight Fades, and The Path of Fear

* Fine Grind Films (Michael Cruickshank, Will O’Loughlen, Kaleo Quenzer, & Rick Venable): The Big Muddy, Blown, Blown Again, and Central Garden

* Morgan Jon Fox: Blue Citrus Hearts, OMG/HaHaHa, and This is What Love in Action Looks Like

* Mark Jones: Tennessee Queer, Fraternity Massacre at Hell Island, & Eli Parker is Getting Married? (with Ryan Earl Parker)

* Mike McCarthy: Damselvis, I Was a Teenage Tupelo, Superstarlet A.D., Elvis Meets the Beatles, and Cigarette Girl

* C. Scott McCoy & Laura Jean Hocking: Antenna, Eat, Automusik Can Do No Wrong, and I Wanted To Make a Movie About a Beautiful and Tragic Memphis

* Brian Pera: Woman’s Picture, The Way I See Things, and Rose

* John Pickle: The Importance of Being Russell, Broke on Saturday, and Pickle TV

* Joann Self Selvidge: The Art Academy, The Arts Interviews, The Music Interviews, and Voices of Jericho

* G.B. Shannon & Ryan Earl Parker: Fresh Skweezed, Pretty Monsters, & Woke Up Ugly

* Ben Siler: Classified Ad, Prom Queen, The Year Thousands of Innocents Died I Made Several Avant-Garde Video Projects, & Cats

Narrative Features

One Came Home (Willy Bearden)

Live Animals (Jeremy Benson)

What I Love About Concrete (Katherine Dohan and Alanna Stewart)

Being Awesome (Allen C. Gardner)

The Bridge (Brett Hanover)

The Romance of Loneliness (Sarah Ledbetter and Matteo Servente)

Tricks. (DeAara Lewis)

Just the Two of Us (Keenon Nikita)

I Was a Zombie for the F.B.I. (Marius Penczner)

What Goes Around… (Rod Pitts)

The Old Forest (Steven J. Ross)

The Delta (Ira Sachs)

The Book of Noah (Drew Smith)

Slick Lily vs. the Grand Canyon (Stephen Stanley and Chris Triko)

100 Lives (Phil Darius Wallace)

Documentary Features

Orange Mound Tennessee: America’s Community (Emmanuel Amido)

At the River I Stand (David Appleby, Allison Graham, and Steven J. Ross)

Meanwhile in Memphis: The Sound of a Revolution (Rob Parker & Nan Hackman)

Memphis Heat: The True Story of Memphis Wrasslin’ (Chad Schaffler)

New Garage Explosion (Prichard Smith)

Narrative Shorts

Eso-Phagus (Brett Cantrell)

Soul (Jerre Dye and Kate Alex)

The Morning Ritual (J. Lazarus Hawk)

Part of Your Heart (Matteo Servente)

17 Inch Cobras (Geoffrey Brent Shrewsbury)

John’s Farm (Melissa Anderson Sweazy)

Avarice (Rachel M. Taylor)

Documentary Shorts

Training Wheels (Sarah Fleming)

Bookin’ (John Kirkscey and Billie Worley)

The Witness: From the Balcony of Room 306 (Adam Pertofsky)

$200 on eBay (Prichard Smith)

As I Am (Alan Spearman)

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Lionel Richie! FedexForum! On sale Friday!

Now that everything is a cartoon of a video game or vice versa, dechiphering music videos is my new hobby. There is no motherlode of potential analysis quite like Lionel. Just have a look at any of these videos. Pull the snuggy out of the dryer and sit your static-electricity-ridden body down on the couch. It’s time to figure out what’s going on in these videos … I give up. Lionel is coming to FedExForum on June 18th. Hopefully there will be a Q&A. TIckets on sale Friday, February 21st.

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The Existential Horror Of The Winter Olympics

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The universe is a vast, uncaring place built on a foundation of random meaninglessness overlaid by a thin veneer of order that gives us insignificant humans an illusion of hope. Nowhere is this more evident than in the Winter Olympics.

Consider Hannah Kearney, U.S. women’s mogul skiing gold medalist in 2010, returning to defend her medal run on the second night of the Sochi games. On her final run, the 27-year-old national hero’s balance faltered for a microsecond while slamming into a snow mound at 50 miles per hour. She recovered with superhuman grace and strength, crossing the finish line with poles triumphantly upraised. She came in third, less than a point behind a pair of Canadian sisters, Justine and Chloe Dufour-Lapointe. Dry-eyed, she told an interviewer moments later that her career had ended in that microsecond.

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Consider Shaun White, the Tony Hawk of snowboarding whose gold medal performances at the 2006 and 2010 Winter Olympics legitimized the sport in America. In NBC’s endless human interest segments, White appeared ready to complete an Olympic trilogy with his familiar Muppet hair shorn, his baggy boarding togs replaced with a tight black outfit that evoked Luke Skywalker’s black fatigues from Return of the Jedi that represented the loss of youthful illusion.

White bowed out of the urban skateboarding-inspired slopestyle boarding event to save his joints, shredded from a lifetime of impacts, for the halfpipe competition, where he had won half the Olympic gold medals ever awarded. He fell twice in his first run, recovered in his second for a respectable score that was 4.5 points behind the winner, Switzerland’s Iouri Podladtchikov. White’s score on his qualifying run was a full point higher than Podladtchikov’s winning score, but it didn’t matter; for the first time in the history of the sport, no American medaled in the men’s halfpipe.

White gave his snowboard to a kid from the Make-A-Wish foundation.

Glowered over by Vladimir Putin, a symbol of the failure of post-Cold War democracy in Russia whose very name screams “supervillian,” kicked off by a Hunger Games-level spectacle, the Sochi games have been plagued by unusually warm weather. Organizers have taken extraordinary measures to keep the all-important snow from melting, but their slowly failing efforts to stave off the effects of climate change will look like foreshadowing in future history books. The halfpipe was the most visible victim — in a qualifying run, a female snowboarder coasting straight and level after pulling off yet another impossible trick hit a pool of meltwater and faceplanted. Concussed, she was helped off the pipe by a coach; she didn’t know where she was.

You might think the timed sports such as downhill skiing and speed skating would be “fairer” than sports where judges arbitrarily assign point values to performances, but no.

Consider Bode Miller, America’s greatest male skier. Like White, Miller qualified strong, but on his final run, clouds flattened the light, making surface detail difficult to discern on the artificial snow. Miller was undeterred, and, with his skis roaring across the ice like jet engines, he had the best time on the top of the hill. Then he hit the biggest jump — known as the Lake Jump because it makes skiers think they will fly off the mountain and land in a lake two miles below — and a random gust of wind made him soar slightly too high. He finished a statistically insignificant 0.27 seconds behind the leader, landing him out of the medals. Perhaps he can take some solace in the thought that the very act of trying to time events down to the hundredth of a second was exposed as folly in 1905 when Albert Einstein revealed that the illusion of simultaneous events is a trick the universe plays on us.

Even the on-air talent is not immune to Sochi’s cruel sense of humor. Bob Costas, apparently broadcasting from Superman’s Fortress Of Solitude, battled an increasingly gruesome case of pinkeye until he woke up blind and had to hand off to corporate tool Matt Lauer. Nor could one take solace in the jovial, zen sport of curling, where one match was decided by an errant bit of carpet fiber that had landed on the ice, diverting a rock at a crucial moment.

For every winner, there are dozens of losers, separated only by random quantum fluctuations. And yet still they come, Olympians on skates, skeletons, and snowboards, to hurl themselves down mountains and break the only bodies they will ever have against uncaring ice. As I write this, freestyle skiers are flying off a suicidal ramp, gyrating wildly in the air, and, almost to a woman, crashing into the desperately groomed snow below.

The only thing worse than suffering Sochi’s slings and arrows is not trying. Consider Evengi Plushenko, Russian figure skater, the biggest sports star in his country of 143 million. The 31-year-old battled through a spinal injury to help bring the Russians their first gold medal of these games in the team competition. As he took the ice for the individual competition, the hometown crowd gave him a standing ovation. But, instead of beginning his routine, he turned furtive circles, grimacing. Finally, he went to the judges, leaning heavily on their table to relieve his injured back as he withdrew from competition. He shook off coaches’ efforts to support him as he disappeared beneath the bleachers, inconsolable.

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Rep. Curry Todd Proposes Three-Hour Happy Hour

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Rep. Curry Todd has introduced a bill that, if passed, would tweak current rules governing both daylight savings time and physics, to create a three-hour happy hour in Tennessee. According to Todd the new bill was designed to give Tennesseans more options, better choices, and also more things to decide between.

“Now you can drink on the cheap for one hour, or for four hours,” Todd says laughing uncontrollably. “That sounds funny: ‘For four!’ I meant to say ‘three’ but four would be even cooler.”

Some experts believe changes in the way Tennesseans binge drink and hook up for regrettable sex and target practice were probably inevitable considering the state’s unique, time-zone spanning geography.

“It’s a tough nut to crack,” says UT Law Professor Oscar Short. “Let’s say Jane Doe gets off her job as a prison guard at the Morgan County Correctional Complex, at 5 p.m. She lives and works in a dry community so if she wants to knock back some two-for-one screwdrivers she’s got to drive to Crossville, which is only a few minutes away but — Thank you, Mr. President — it’s still only 4 p.m. So she’s basically fucked.

“Obviously Jane could kill some time by going home and changing out of her prison guard uniform and into something slinkier,” Short adds. “But she’s one of those statuesque women who you hope will handcuff you so, Jesus Christ, why should she?”

Suddenly verklempt, Todd admitted that he wasn’t the least bit surprised when State Senator Ophelia Ford, a legislator from the opposite side of the political spectrum, addressed the necessity of just such a measure while talking to herself at a bus stop in Murfreesboro.

“I love her so much right now,” Todd said, weeping uncontrollably into a basket of fried cheese.

“Here’s to happier times in Tennessee,” Todd finally announced to a group of regulars who’d gathered at a Nashville Applebee’s where people keep to themselves and nobody ever asks too many questions. “Tonight, everybody gets laid!”

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TEP Gumbo Contest

On Sunday, February 23rd, 16 teams will pit their gumbo recipes against one another in Tennessee Equality Project’s fourth annual Mardi Gras Party and Gumbo Contest.

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They’ll be vying for both the People’s Choice Award (voted on by attendees) and the Judges’ Choice Award (judged by a panel of made up of Memphis Police officer Virginia Awkward, Chef Kelly English of Restaurant Iris, Memphis City Councilman Edmund Ford Jr., former State Senator Beverly Kay Marrero, and Chef Gary Williams of DeJavu Restaurant). A $25 ticket allows patrons to sample and vote for their favorite gumbo. High Cotton Brewing Company and Yazoo Brewing Company will provide craft brew for sale, and the Mighty Souls Brass Band will play New Orleans jazz.

Pat McCooter, Queen of Mystic Krewe of Pegasus Memphis, will act as Mistress of Ceremonies.

Call 901-301-3306 or visit http://tepgumbocontest.blogspot.com/ for tickets.

Full disclosure: I’ll be competing in the gumbo contest this year.