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Big Star/Big Screen (Again)

A year of Big Star remembrance — as well as the 2013 edition of Indie Memphis’ Summer Concert Film Series — culminates this weekend at the Levitt Shell, where a filmed document of the legendary Memphis power-pop band’s 1994 Memphis concert at Beale Street’s New Daisy Theatre will be screened for the first time.

This isn’t Big Star proper, of course. It’s the reconstituted version of the band — with bandleader Alex Chilton and drummer Jody Stephens joined by alt-rock-reared acolytes Jon Auer and Ken Stringfellow, of the Posies — that took the classic ’70s sound to concert audiences around the country and overseas in a manner the doomed original incarnation of the band never could. Captured at the New Daisy, the band performs Big Star classics (“September Gurls”) and favored Chilton covers and pays tribute to founding member Chris Bell (“I Am the Cosmos”).

Coming a few months after the current, comprehensive Big Star doc Nothing Can Hurt Me got a local theatrical run, consider this screening something of a coda. Big Star: Live in Memphis screens at the Levitt Shell on Saturday, August 24th. The screening starts at dusk and is free.

Mystic Bowie at Bar DKDC

Fitzroy Alexander Campbell from Accompong Town, Jamaica, isn’t an easy artist to pin down. The producer, philanthropist, and recording artist also known as Mystic Bowie is a road warrior who left home to go on tour in Peru when he was 13, and he’s never stopped gigging.

Mystic’s roots are in reggae, but he’s based out of Connecticut these days and may be more recognizable as a frequent collaborator with the new wave band Tom Tom Club, a longtime project for husband and wife musicians Tina Weymouth and Chris Franz of the Talking Heads.

Tom Tom Club is still probably best known for the ’80s-era club hits “Genius of Love” and “Wordy Rappington,” as well as a cover of Hot Chocolate’s “Sexy Thing.” Mystic joined later, and if his sunny, energetic stage presence isn’t the inspiration for the song “Bounce,” it certainly could be. He is also featured on the Club’s remake of the Jimmy Cliff classic “Many Rivers To Cross” and “Who’s Feelin’ It,” which was featured in the title credits of American Psycho.

Mystic’s exuberance and dedication to positive messaging isn’t confined to the stage. In January of this year, Mystic broke ground on a library he’s building in his hometown in Jamaica. He plays Bar DKDC on Friday, August 23rd.

Jo’zzy Comes Home

A couple of weeks ago, Memphis-bred R&B singer K.Michelle released her debut album and helped launch it with a local homecoming concert at Minglewood Hall. This week, locals have a chance to see another potential homegrown rising star in the R&B/hip-hop scene when songwriter/performer Jo’zzy takes to the Hi-Tone stage.

The young Memphis native relocated to Miami last year and entered into a songwriting partnership with producer Wizz Dumb, a protégé of ’90s hip-hop heavyweight Timbaland. With Timbaland and frequent collaborator Missy Elliott taking an interest in Jo’zzy not only as a songwriter/producer but as a potential solo artist, Jo’zzy has been pursuing her own music of late, recently releasing a seven-song digital mixtape, Twenty90s, which features Timbaland on the track “Tryna Wife.” The sound — rubbery production under a blend of both rapped and sung vocals — is firmly in the Timbaland/Missy school.

After doing a “Backstage Pass” event for the Memphis Music Resource Center last month, Jo’zzy returns this week for a show at the Hi-Tone on Friday, August 23rd, with local rapper Pat24Seven. Showtime is 9 p.m. Admission is $10. Learn more about Jo’zzy at dopebyaccident.com.

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Rich man-child comedy takes a wild turn.

For the first 40 minutes or so, The World’s End feels like one of the year’s best films. The latest work from the British team of writer-director Edgar Wright and writer-actor Simon Pegg, who previously paired up for beloved zombie comedy Shaun of the Dead and the buddy-cop spoof/reinvention Hot Fuzz, The World’s End opens with a vibrant sweep of home-movie-style footage from June 1990, where a group of five late-teen boys from the small British hamlet of Newton Haven embark on “the Golden Mile” — an attempt to drink 12 pints at 12 different town pubs in one night, culminating in a final destination evocatively named The World’s End.

This prologue is presented as memory, given literal voice by the now pushing-40 former ringleader, Gary (Pegg), who recounts this “journey into manhood” with lusty nostalgia. The footage is quick, witty, and energetic, and the film deftly juxtaposes the bravado of Gary’s burnished memories with the more homely reality we see on the screen. But a shock cut at the end of this opening spiel reveals that Gary is telling the story to a group of bored, unimpressed fellow travelers at a rehab meeting. When one asks, perfunctorily, if the crew ever really made it to the World’s End that night and Gary admits they didn’t, he has to confront that what he’s long considered the best night of his life was, itself, a failure. And so he gets a wild hare to reassemble his high-school-era friends to re-create the event. To “get the band back together.”

Gary’s old crew have all made smoother transitions into adulthood. Pete (Eddie Marsan) is married and working for his father at a high-end car dealership. Ollie (Martin Freeman) is a wheeling-and-dealing real estate agent. Pete (Paddy Considine) is an architect who has built and sold his own firm, and cashed-in in the form of a twentysomething physical trainer girlfriend. Andy (Pegg-Wright regular Nick Frost, playing wonderfully against type) is a buttoned-down barrister harboring a deep grudge against his former best friend. Meanwhile, Gary is a fading facsimile of his former self: Still wearing a black trenchcoat and a Sisters of Mercy T-shirt and still driving the same old beater — once dubbed “the beast” — that he bought off Pete as a teen.

This set-up, and its expert execution, comes on like a more generous, more felt, and more considered take on the American man-child comedy of Adam Sandler or The Hangover. But, because this is a Wright/Pegg film, The World’s End isn’t just a pub; it’s also a literal threat. And when the film takes an inevitable turn into sci-fi territory at the midway point, its a bittersweet moment. What you get is fun, if visually repetitive, and probably more thematically purposeful than the surface suggests, but you also feel yourself waving goodbye to a potentially better film exiting down the opposite track.

The World’s End

Opening Friday, August 23rd

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Blue Jasmine

Getting out of Manhattan has been good for Woody Allen, with travelogues such as Match Point (London), Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and Midnight in Paris reinvigorating his work after a corrosive run in the mid-’90s. But last year’s disastrous To Rome With Love proved that pretty scenery has its limits for Allen, and he returns stateside for some domestic travel with the mostly San Francisco-set Blue Jasmine.

Eschewing his still-creepy penchant for ingenues, Allen casts a couple of adults in his lead roles here and powerhouses at that. Cate Blanchett stars as Jasmine, a well-bred former society wife recovering from the financial collapse and imprisonment of her crooked-investor ex-husband (Alec Baldwin). Dead broke and needing a fresh start, she moves west to live with her working-class adoptive sister Ginger (played by Mike Leigh fave Sally Hawkins; see Happy-Go-Lucky … please) until she can get a job and get back on her feet.

The disconnect between Jasmine’s sense of self and the reality of the world around her is so profound that it seems mental illness is at play as much as fish-out-of-water displacement. The model here, clearly, is Blanche DuBois from A Streetcar Named Desire, but given that Blanchett looks so much like a young Gena Rowlands and is one of the few modern screen actresses with the same chops, her performance also suggests Rowlands’ towering turn in A Woman Under the Influence.

Blanchett is spectacular, and Hawkins is, as always, an injection of freshness on the screen. Pairing them as siblings is brilliant casting. But the film they’re in isn’t quite worthy of their performances. The balance of comedy and drama is particularly wobbly here. And though there’s some interesting casting that yields surprising performances among the male cast (comedians Louis CK and an effectively underplaying Andrew Dice Clay; Bobby Cannavale), everything Allen knows about working-class men seems to come from reruns of The Honeymooners, an arm’s-length penchant for caricature that undercuts the film’s pretense toward social criticism.

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Valerie June to Perform on David Letterman, NPR’s “Tiny Desk Concerts.”

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This week’s Flyer cover subject, Valerie June, has booked two high-profile performance slots in the wake of the Tuesday release of her debut album, Pushin’ Against a Stone.

June will make her network television debut next Wednesday night, August 21st, on The Late Show with David Letterman. According to June, she’ll perform her first single from Pushin’ Against a Stone, “Workin’ Woman Blues,” with a full band — two guitars, bass, drums, fiddle, and trumpet. June’s Humboldt, Tennessee-based parents will fly in for the performance. It’ll be their own New York City debut.

Before Letterman, June will perform in Washington, D.C. on Monday, August 19th as part of National Public Radio’s popular “Tiny Desk Concert” series. June will perform solo for NPR.

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Pushin’ Through

Memphis-bred singer-songwriter Valerie June is having a long-gestating, hard-earned moment. June’s debut album, Pushin’ Against a Stone, was released overseas in May but was introduced to U.S. audiences last week in a “First Listen” feature on the website for National Public Radio, with an accompanying rave from NPR and former Los Angeles Times and New York Times pop critic Ann Powers, who labeled the album an “instantly arresting debut” from an “elemental talent.”

Pushin’ Against a Stone, co-produced by Kevin Augunas and reigning Grammy Producer of the Year Dan Auerbach and recorded primarily at Auerbach’s Nashville Easy Eye Sound studio, features writing and performing contributions from Memphis legend Booker T. Jones. It finally got its U.S. release on August 13th on the Concord Records label. In addition to the big rollout from NPR, the album’s release was preceded by the inclusion of June’s current single, “You Can’t Be Told,” as a “Pick of the Week” at Starbucks. But this emergence comes more than a decade after June first began performing at Memphis coffee shops and more than two years after work began on an album that was funded by the then-unsigned June primarily via a 2010 Kickstarter campaign.

The Valerie June now being introduced to the wider music world is a more polished and more ready version of the artist many Memphians have known for years. June’s high cheekbones and Gorgon-like tumble of dreadlocked hair make for a striking presence even before you hear her. Then there’s that voice: a raw, twangy soprano that evokes early folk/blues icons such as Elizabeth Cotten or Maybelle Carter — or late Delta blues great Jessie Mae Hemphill when June gets more guttural. For many, June’s voice suggests such disparate artists as a young Dolly Parton or — though June bristles at the implied cultural limits of the comparison — contemporary soul singer Erykah Badu. It’s a voice that captivates many but is found to be too idiosyncratic and unconventional for others.

Musically, like many Memphis artists among her cohorts, June’s style finds the sweet-spot where country, folk, blues, and gospel intersect and distinctions begin to dissolve. Pushin’ Against a Stone brings all of those threads together and adds even more to the mix.

The first two singles are forceful. “Workin’ Woman Blues” was recorded in Budapest and melds June’s sound with elements of gypsy folk and Afropop. “You Can’t Be Told” rides on a heavy Auerbach blues-rock riff that suggests his band, the Black Keys. Elsewhere, June’s voice and songwriting are less adorned. The gorgeous, solo “Twined & Twisted” is a stunner, a testament, a career rumination. (“Runnin’ from my family/Driftin’ from my home/Thinking not of who I am/Thinking only of where I’m going.”) “The Hour,” co-written with Auerbach, triumphantly brings new elements of girl-group and early-’60s soul to June’s sound. The two songs with Booker T. are standouts: “Somebody To Love” is a salve where Jones’ organ blends with June’s ukulele, and his backup vocals give reassuring underpinning to her lead refrain. “On My Way,” co-written with Jones, brings the album home with a sense of contentment. It’s a deeply rooted album that’s also utterly contemporary and alluringly pop-friendly — one with a real chance at finding a significant audience.

The Roots of June’s Roots ✴

June’s story begins in rural West Tennessee, where she was raised in the area between Humboldt and Jackson as the eldest daughter of five children. Growing up, June had some conventional music tastes but was also fond of singer-songwriters such as James Taylor, Carole King, and Tracy Chapman. Closer to home, she was exposed to the around-the-house singing of an African-American nanny who was an aspiring country songwriter, but June herself first sang in church.

“My momma took me to church from the moment she could walk after having me, so it started there,” says June, speaking by phone from Washington, D.C.

“There was no choir,” June says of her introduction to communal singing as a Church of Christ member. “Everybody was sitting together. There were no instruments in the service. You had to use your voice as the instrument. Everybody just opens the songbook and you start singing. So every Sunday morning and Sunday night and Wednesday night for 18 years of my life I was going and singing for two hours. That was how I started.”

June learned to hear and blend in with a variety of voices: Old and young. Men and women. On-key and off. And, perhaps crucially, black and white.

“I was about 10 or 12 when we left the black church to move to the other side of town,” June remembers. “My parents didn’t want to drive to the black church just because they were black when there was a church right down the street that had maybe one black person going to it and maybe 500 white people. They were like, forget it, we’re not going there, we’re going here.”

When June arrived at the new church, she heard the same songs but in a different context.

“When I first walked in I was surprised,” June says. “They were singing the same songs, but it was more heady where the black church was really deep and low. Bass-y. I learned to sing first at the black church and then at the white church. Because it was so different, I had to learn to blend my voice in with the people I was sitting beside.”

But if the roots of June’s vocal style lie in those West Tennessee churches, it was Memphis that helped her find her voice.

June remembers moving to Memphis in the summer of 2000, still a teenager, and performing in local coffee shops a year or two later. She first emerged as part of the duo Bella Sun, which was labeled “neo-soul” but was probably closer to folkish alt-rock.

“I knew people wanted me to do the neo-soul thing, but, like always, it was just about the color of my skin,” June says. “That was a time when that style was blowing up and everyone was into Jill Scott and Erykah Badu, and that’s what everyone wanted me to sound like.”

June began to find herself musically around that time, when the Midtown scene gave her an American music education and brought her back to her own roots.

“When I first heard Maybelle Carter’s voice coming through a speaker at some [Midtown Memphis] coffee shop, it reminded me of my church,” June says. “I wasn’t going to church anymore and it was a time when I wasn’t talking to my parents too much and I really missed home. I bonded with Mississippi John Hurt singing ‘Farther Along,’ because that was a song I used to sing in church. Or the Carter Family singing ‘Walk That Lonesome Valley.’ Hurt did that song too. His style was different, which backs up [what I knew] about [the connection between] the black church and the white church. But it’s the same song and it’s the same emotion and it didn’t matter to me that he was black and they were white. Memphis taught me that.”

Would June’s sound have developed in the same way if she had relocated from Humboldt to some other city?

“I don’t think so,” she says. “Memphis was huge for me in terms of learning about the different types of music I like to listen to now. [Local blues artist] Jason Freeman? Having someone like that who has a massive record collection, equal to Dan Auerbach’s, and sitting with him and having him say, ‘Have you heard this? Have you heard this?’ And then working with Luther [Dickinson] and being opened up to so many types of music that he grew up around. There’s been a lot of nurturing from Memphis and the musicians I know there.”

The Turn ✴

Even as June was honing her sound, she was a minor if visible member of the local Memphis music scene. She mostly played coffee shops and other small venues. She appeared in Craig Brewer’s MTV series $5 Cover, but in a supporting role. Meanwhile, June worked: At Midtown stores such as the Deliberate Literate and Maggie’s Pharm. For the local housecleaning operation Two Chicks & a Broom. And as a self-employed housekeeper, vegetarian cook, and caretaker. “What happened was, all the jobs I was working, I was saving money and I was trying to save enough to make a record,” June says. Health problems finally prompted June to rethink the relationship between work and art:

“I was always scared to take the leap and quit my job and just play music. I was really terrified of that. But when my body shut down, I was forced to quit everything and just focus on music. I could play for 30 minutes or an hour. It was the only thing I could do that was light on me and made me money. It didn’t push my body, but I was able to pay rent and eat.”

It was around this time that the exposure from $5 Cover brought June into the path of critics Dream Hampton and Greg Tate, the latter of whom convinced June to move to Brooklyn, where she met producer Craig Street, who had produced Norah Jones’ Come Away With Me.

With Street on board to produce a potential June album, the singer started a fund-raising campaign in the fall of 2010 to pay for production. By the time June reached her $15,000 goal, she had lots of people interested in working with her. She met Augunas in late 2010 via her manager and then Auerbach soon after, when June was asked about artists with whom she would be interested in writing. June had songwriting sessions with Auerbach in December 2010 and again in March 2011, finally going into Auerbach’s Nashville studio to record. By the time June arrived at Austin’s South By Southwest Music Festival in March 2012, she had a mostly completed album in hand and lots of interest from a wide variety of labels.

Getting to that point was a journey. In Nashville, June recorded with Auerbach and a sharp studio band that included Mississippi guitarist Jimbo Mathus and a rhythm section of drummer Richard Swift and bassist Eric Deaton. But June had been used to playing and performing solo, accompanying herself with only an acoustic guitar or some other string instrument. She was worried about losing track of her sound and losing her voice in the mix and also worried about duplicating the album onstage.

“I had spent all this Kickstarter money on a record, and I couldn’t play the songs,” June says. “I had been working so hard for years to save up and make a record. Finally, I make a record, and I can’t play half the songs on it. It was a depressing kind of thing.”

While June worried over what she’d produced in Nashville, she also did some recording elsewhere. While in Brooklyn, she met and married Farkas Fülöp, a Hungarian video artist. It was Fülöp who introduced June to Budapest bassist and producer Peter Sabak during a trip to Hungary. June went into the studio with Sabak not expecting much but ended up with the version of “Workin’ Woman Blues” — a June staple that she wasn’t satisfied with in its Nashville version — that would become her debut single in Europe. And June was set up with Booker T. Jones for a songwriting session in Los Angeles that yielded two recordings under Augunas’ direction (with Sabak adding bass on “On My Way”).

These new recordings, along with the mix of stripped-down and full-band recordings from Nashville, gave June what would become Pushin’ Against a Stone, but she still had doubts. “I had to decide that I really wanted to put it out,” June says. “The production on it was going in a different direction from what I would normally do, so I needed to sit with it for a little while. What I decided to do was go straight to the source about it. So I called [Auerbach] and said, I’m coming to Nashville.”

June met Auerbach for coffee and told him she wasn’t sure if she could put out the record. “Why?” she remembers him asking.

“Because I can’t play the songs,” she told him. “My journey has been learning how to play. I used to be in a band where I didn’t play. I just wrote and did vocals. My journey was learning to play and learning to nurture the songs I’m writing. I’ll never be able to play them like you. You’re the rock star.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Auerbach argued. “Learn them the way you learned a Jessie Mae Hemphill or Carter Family song. I’ve been to your shows, and I’ve never seen you play a cover exactly like the people who did it originally. Don’t worry about re-creating the record. If people want to hear the record, they can listen to it at home. It’s your live show, do what you want to do.”

After getting a similar just-get-on-with-it nudge from Jones, June finally grew comfortable with putting the album out.

“Having those guys mentor me was really important to getting where I am,” June says.

Still, in early 2012, with a mostly finished record in hand but still unsigned, June was apprehensive about the considerable courtship she was getting from American labels. She didn’t think the deals were quite right financially and was also worried about how her music would be marketed.

“I think it’s hard for people to understand what I do because of the skin I’m in,” June told the Flyer in Austin that spring. “Bands like the Civil Wars and Alabama Shakes — the music matches the image. Labels want to make money, and to do that they want to be able to relate it to something else. People haven’t been able to do that with me. They don’t know if it will work. But I know it.”

June was more comfortable with offers overseas and decided to release the album in Europe first, cutting a deal with the London-based Sunday Best label, which put out “Workin’ Woman Blues” as a seven-inch single late last year and released Pushin’ Against a Stone in the United Kingdom and Europe this May. In the meantime, after touring in the U.S. with the Memphis-based roots-group the Wandering last spring, June focused most of her touring in the past year overseas as well, with extensive time in the U.K., France, and the Netherlands, in particular.

Success overseas gave June the confidence to come back. “At first I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to get involved in anything in the States with [the record],” June says. “I wanted to see how it does in Europe and see if I like having people all up in my life, you know. It’s one thing to play music. It’s another thing to have, like, a little fame.”

June had had conversations with a number of American labels between 2010 and 2012. What would eventually become a deal with Concord — which also counts Booker T. Jones among its recent signees — first got serious in Memphis in October 2012, after June’s deal with Sunday Best but before any of her material had been released overseas.

“I came home to rehearse before I was going to do my first tour opening for Ryan Bingham in Europe,” June says. “In New York, I didn’t have a rehearsal space, and my apartment’s really small. So I always come home to my parents’ in the country, and I put the amp out in the yard. October’s a great time to do that. So for the whole month of October I was out there with the amp turned up.”

Concord A&R executive Matt Marshall, wanting to sell June on the label before she left for Europe, flew to Memphis, where the pair talked it over. The meeting went well, but June didn’t sign until this March, on the eve of another South By Southwest, where June met with Marshall to celebrate the partnership. “I’m a hard one, I guess,” June says.

Tennessee Time ✴

With Pushin’ Against a Stone releasing this week, June is back in the States, but only briefly, with a week’s worth of appearances before she heads back to Europe for some tour dates. She’ll be back in the fall for a Southern tour built around a couple of appearances on Austin City Limits. Though the date hasn’t been announced, June says she’s likely to play a local ArtsMemphis event in October. It’ll be June’s first trip home since early in the summer. June’s primary residence is in Brooklyn these days, but with so much of her touring in the past year in the U.K. and Europe, her husband’s family apartment in Budapest has served as her overseas Tennessee. “Farkas can fly over, and he can work from anywhere,” June says. “He can stay in Budapest and I can fly in on a domestic airline and meet him and rejuvenate my batteries, like I do in Memphis when I’m [in the U.S.].”

When in the U.S., June tries to get back to the Memphis area every couple of months. Her parents still live in Humboldt, in the house where she grew up. One of her brothers is in Cordova. Many of her closest friends are in Memphis. “I’ve got a lot of family in Memphis,” June says, “so I just kind of couch-surf.”

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The Two Faces of Forrest

Does American cinema really need an Afrocentric Forrest Gump? You bet it does!

I could spend this entire review detailing the things that are wrong — or, more accurately, “wrong” — with Lee Daniels’ The Butler, starting with the fact that it’s called Lee Daniels’ The Butler. I didn’t much care for Daniels’ previous two films, the overheated/overpraised Precious and the overheated/little-seen The Paperboy, and his direction is similarly purple and spotty here.

The title of the film, based loosely on a 2009 Washington Post piece about a long-time White House butler and scripted by Danny Strong, suggests one protagonist, but this is really a father/son story, with the men something like two Gumps, dual witnesses to a panorama of American history. Through Cecil Gaines (Forest Whitaker), somewhat more believably, we see this history from the vantage point of the White House, where he serves presidents from Eisenhower to Reagan.

Meanwhile, Cecil’s son, Louis (David Oyelowo), is radicalized as a youth by the grotesque murder of Emmett Till, a boy much the same age, and the fierce advocacy of his mother, Mamie Till Bradley. He leaves Washington for Fisk University in Nashville and improbably finds himself at the center of nearly every major event in the civil rights movement: at lunch-counter sit-ins, aboard the Freedom Rides, facing Bull Connor’s dogs and hoses in Birmingham, marching in Selma, in a certain second-floor room at the Lorraine Motel, at Black Panther meetings in Oakland.

The script is structured, with minimal subtlety, as a series of historical signposts. And the presidential casting is a distracting misfire, relying on stunt selections (Jane Fonda as Nancy Reagan) and name actors (Robin Williams as Ike, John Cusack as Nixon) instead of choices that might have more fully disappeared into their roles.

You are free to smirk at the broadness of the film’s conceit — especially as one president after another has his heart and mind shifted on civil rights policy via proximity to Cecil — but though The Butler has a very good, finely wrought family story at its center, this is a film more about public history than private lives. The act of viewing sweeping history through a personal prism is nearly as old as the film medium itself, but the particular perspective here is fresh. The Butler is arguably the first significant mainstream film about America’s racial history by a black filmmaker since Spike Lee’s Malcolm X, way back in 1992, and it underscores what a terrible disservice the industry has done by denying us this perspective.

Daniels isn’t a filmmaker of Lee’s caliber, but his usual boldness often serves him well here. We first meet Cecil as an old man, sitting in the White House lobby. Looking up, his mind flashes back to an image from his young adulthood — two black bodies, tied together and lynched on a moon-drenched night, an American flag flying above them. It’s a nervy image that lets you know upfront that the film isn’t concerned with reassurance.

Cecil grows up the son of a sharecropper on a Georgia plantation. His mother was raped and father murdered by the same white man — a harsh but not inaccurate metaphor for the historical black experience in America. He’s brought in by the plantation matriarch (Vanessa Redgrave) and trained to be a “house n*****.” Along the way, Cecil learns to wear two faces, the one he shows to his own people and the one he assumes around whites, where he’s trained to be invisible.

This duality in 20th-century African-American life is the film’s primary subject and one Whitaker carries superbly as we see him negotiate different worlds — the ability to blend that makes him so good at his job also impairs his relationship with his son — and grapple with social change. Along the way, the film opens up worlds rarely seen at the multiplex: from cozy house parties with Faye Adams on the box to dinner-table debates about Sidney Poitier to Manning Marable paperbacks.

If the presidential casting is awkward, the film is a much stronger showcase for its black actors, with Whitaker, Oyelowo, and a grounded, believable Oprah Winfrey (as Cecil’s conflicted, alcoholic wife, Gloria), given strong support by the likes of Terrence Howard as a sketchy neighbor and especially Cuba Gooding Jr. and Lenny Kravitz as fellow White House butlers.

The film peaks with some rousing tri-part cross-cutting — Cecil and other black White House butlers staffing a State dinner, activist James Lawson training Nashville students for a sit-in, and the sit-in itself, which provokes degradation and violence. Though the film shows some respect and affection, to varying degrees, for all the presidents it covers, it identifies these movement foot soldiers as the real engineers of change.

The Butler‘s greatest strength is that it manages to be daring while still playing like a big, populist entertainment. In this way, it’s an unintentional companion piece to 2011’s The Help. I imagine many who approve of The Butler will use it as a cudgel against The Help, while detractors will link them for the twin sins of focusing on African-American domestics — for generations, the maid and the butler two of the most stereotypical of black film roles; there’s a little riff here on the subject, attributed to Martin Luther King, that feels like a partial defense of the earlier film — and being middlebrow entertainments at heart.

But I thought the deeply uncool The Help, which took a problematic form and shaded it toward unexpectedly discomforting areas, caught far too much flack, and the at times even more aesthetically ham-fisted The Butler, which takes a roughly similar milieu and mostly dispenses with the “need” for white audience identification, is even better. More essential.

The most surprising moment in the film comes in what we’ve been conditioned to expect to be the protagonist’s moment of triumph. After decades on the job, Cecil, with his wife, is invited as a guest — not a server — to a White House dinner. A lesser film would have ended on this note of conciliation and hard-earned appreciation. But Cecil’s reaction and the film’s treatment of the moment is complex and conflicted. For this film, rare among Hollywood treatments of race in America, there are further roads to travel and deeper truths to pursue.

Lee Daniels’ The Butler

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Memphis music-scene fixture Valerie June releases her debut album, Pushin’ Against a Stone, this week, as detailed in this week’s cover story. But it’s not the only Memphis-connected new music out this week.

Wishful ThinkingSkewby: This young local MC is an oasis of grounded, humane perspective in a scene dominated by grinders and wannabes trying to meet cultural expectations. Skewby’s been pretty quiet of late with more than year since his last release, the EP Humble Pie. He returned on August 12th with the free online release (find it at wishtape.com) of this eight-song collection of thoughtful, self-assured raps over laid-back, soulful grooves. I miss some of the swagger Skewby first showed on his debut mixtape Proving You Wrong Since 1988, but Wishful Thinking is a good place to spend some time: an observational but unpreachy tour through the world of a young man out of time. With images of civil rights struggle flickering in his head and with most of his friends having kids when they still had fake IDs, he seeks out family history to put his own car-note complaints into context.

Skewby is a rapper who doesn’t much enjoy hanging out with “music types,” which could be a problem. And he knows his “Big Chance” might never come. His advice to a younger cousin who desires a rap career: “Rap all you want, man, just get a real job tho/Thirty-two, livin’ with your mom, like, ‘When I get this deal …’/Homie, let’s be real/Be a birthday present and move out her crib.” If he never makes a mil or drives a Benz? It’s all good. While he watches his cohort obsess over YouTube hits, he ends this release by setting aside fame as a goal in exchange for a more realistic wish list: “Property/Rooms to escape in/Books to get lost in/Cheap wine to sip on/A back porch to grill on.”

Old & Young Zeke Johnson & Screamin’ Eagle: This blues/folk album spans generations, uniting 69-year-old area blues/folk player Zeke Johnson with 25-year-old Chris “Screamin’ Eagle” Nanney. Johnson was a long-time sideman to Furry Lewis and also an associate of Mississippi Fred McDowell. This is apparently the first album on which he’s appeared.

Both preview tracks — Screamin’ Eagle taking the lead on his own blues-rock song “Good as Dead” and Johnson giving a warm reading of the Woody Guthrie classic “Pretty Boy Floyd” — are strong. The rest of the 32-minute album contains both original music from Screamin’ Eagle and Johnson as well as interpretations of familiar songs from Lewis and Blind Lemon Jefferson.

Old & Young was recorded in analog at Ardent Studios with Adam Hill and was released on August 13th. The duo plays an album-release show on Friday, August 16th, at Java Cabana coffeehouse in Cooper-Young. Showtime is 7:30 p.m. Admission is free.

Rebellious Soul K. Michelle: The Memphis-bred, Atlanta-based R&B singer K. Michelle first started charting singles back in 2009: “Fakin’ It” (with Missy Elliott), “Fallin’,” and the 2011 belter “How Many Times” among them. Along the way, she also guested on R.Kelly’s Love Letter album and appeared on the VH1 reality series Love & Hip-Hop: Atlanta.

After the typical bout of delays, this debut album for Atlantic Records finally came out this week, trailing a lead hit single, “V.S.O.P.” The album is tough-talking, rap-friendly R&B in the vein of young Mary J. Blige.

The opening, “My Life,” a testament of struggle against a backdrop of drug dealers, strippers, and street violence, sets the tone, and sometimes — see “Pay My Bills” — it gets particularly raw. But K. Michelle can hold her own vocally and has a good chance to build on her already considerable success in the crowded world of radio-ready R&B.

K. Michelle returns home this weekend for a free show at Minglewood Hall on Friday, August 16th. The concert is sponsored by radio station K-97 and the event is set to begin at 4 p.m., with K. Michelle performing soon after being recognized by Mayor AC Wharton at 5 p.m.

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Levitt Shell’s Fall Concert Schedule: Handicapping the Best Shows

Lisa Marie Presley, coming to the stage that launched her daddy.

  • Lisa Marie Presley, coming to the stage that launched her daddy.

The Levitt Shell announced its fall concert series this week, a 22-event slate of free shows starting Thursday, August 29th with Grammy-winning Texas roots/polka band Brave Combo and concluding on Sunday, October 6th with jazz/soul singer and member of one of Memphis music’s first families, Vaneese Thomas. In-between, the highest-profile show on the slate might be Lisa Marie Presley, who steps on the stage that helped launch her father’s career on Saturday, September 21st. (And be sure to check out the pullout calendar in this week’s print edition of the Flyer.)

The lawn of the Shell on a fall night is one of the best places in Memphis to be and this is a typically strong slate, so every show on the schedule could be a “best bet.” But here’s one reporter’s opinion on what might be the five most promising and/or interesting Shell concerts this season:

1. Elizabeth Cook (Thursday, September 5th): Call this a very highly recommended sleeper pick. This Nashville-based indie-not-alt country singer is still one of contemporary music’s best-kept secrets. Last year at the Shell she stole the show as an opening act on buddy and sometime bandmate Todd Snider’s What the Folk Fest bill, improbably telling funnier between-song anecdotes than the headliner. As hysterical as Cook can be, though, she can also cut you to the core with autobiographical showcase songs such as “Heroin Addict Sister” and “Mama’s Funeral,” both from her most recent full-length album, 2010’s terrific Welder. She covers both old-time gospel and the Velvet Underground. She’s a regular on both The Grand Ole Opry and The Late Show with David Letterman. A jewel. Here she is performing “Heroin Addict Sister” for a satellite radio broadcast:

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2. Opus One with John Gary Williams and The Bo-Keys (Saturday, September 28th): Williams was one of the key singers in the all-male Stax vocal group the Mad-Lads. Here, he and the city’s signature classic R&B band, the Bo-Keys, join with the Memphis Symphony Orchestra for one of the Symphony’s popular “Opus One” outreach shows.

3. Rock for Love 7 with Kirk Whalum (Saturday, September 7th): Grammy winning Memphis jazz/soul/gospel sax man Kirk Whalum headlines the culmination concert of this year’s edition of the annual Rock for Love festival, a fundraiser for the Church Health Center. Also on the bill: The John Kilzer Band, The Patrick Dodd Trio, and Mark Edgar Stuart with Kait Lawson.

4. John Paul Keith (Friday, September 20th): The Memphis roots-rock ace graces the Shell stage with a show that doubles as an album-release party for his third solo album, Memphis Circa 3AM, which will be released on Tuesday, September 17th on via Big Legal Mess/Fat Possum Records.

5. St. Paul & the Broken Bones (Saturday, August 31st): I heard a lot about this young Birmingham, Alabama classic soul band — whose singer looks more like the accounting guy in your office than an R&B belter — this spring at Austin’s South By Southwest Festival, but didn’t have a chance to see them. Based on the audio/video evidence, I’d label myself intrigued but not yet convinced. But I’m very curious to see them live:

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Memphis Music on iTunes

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In conjunction with Elvis Week and in partnership with the Memphis Music Foundation, iTunes has launched a Memphis-specific site as part of its music store — iTunes.com/MemphisMusic.

This “selection of Memphis’ best music from the past and present” is divided into four content areas: Modern Era, Rock & Roll, R&B/Soul, and Blues. In the “modern” section, new releases from Justin Timberlake, Valerie June, Lucero, and the Oblivians are among the leading titles.

Memphis becomes the first city to have its own spotlight with the ubiquitous music provider, and one that will continue and will be updated beyond this week, extending at least through October, which the foundation has, in recent years, christened “Memphis Music Month.”

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Still Mine

James Cromwell spent the first 20 years of his career doing guest spots and small recurring roles on television, picking up minor credits in seemingly every major television series of the ’70s and ’80s. Even as late as 1989, Cromwell was still getting credits like “Motel Desk Clerk” on his big-screen resume.

Cromwell got a break of sorts in 1995’s Babe, a little movie that could in which he played Farmer Hoggett opposite the film’s titular pig. This breakout was followed soon after by the role of police captain Dudley Smith in L.A. Confidential. Two roles that finally established Cromwell as a notable supporting player on the big screen.

Now, at age 73, Cromwell finally gets a spotlight in his first big-screen starring role as Craig Morrison, a proud farmer and husband in rural Canada in writer-director Michael McGowan’s modest indie Still Mine.

The film is the story of a long-married couple dealing with one spouse’s mental decline. As such, it has strong company in a couple of other notable recent films — Michael Hankie’s Oscar-feted Amour, which opened in Memphis earlier this year, and fellow Canadian Sarah Polly’s 2006 debut Away From Her. (Why do all of these films feature a still-sound husband caring for a declining wife rather than the other way around?)

Still Mine is not filmmaking or acting of quite the same wattage, but it is still a sturdy, worthwhile film. Based on a true story, Cromwell plays a New Brunswick farmer and woodworker who decides to build a new house for his wife (Genevieve Bujold) when he decides their current, two-story home is no longer safe for her. The son of a shipbuilder who has done carpentry his whole life, Morrison fights against local bureaucracy and its demand for fees, plans, and codes to meet this goal.

The man-against-the-system stuff here is satisfying in a perfunctory way. More affecting is the chemistry between Cromwell and Bujold (an Oscar nominee for 1969’s Anne of a Thousand Days), who portray a couple that has built something special over the course of a long, cozy, resourceful life together.