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Looking for unique gifts this giving season? Here’re a few posted recently on Facebook Marketplace Memphis. 

“Homemade Iron Throne chair. Made for a murder mystery party and used during that night. It is crafted from a plastic Adirondack chair, wood supports, and different types of foam. $100.

Posted by Charlie Barnett

One of two oil paintings on offer; $150 for both.

Posted by Sky Sirling

Banksy Keep It Real graffiti sign original, 2004. $3,000.

“A holy grail piece for any street art collector.”

Posted by David Comstock

Autographed photo of Dr. Phil with the quote: “Walking around with a stick up your butt will not make you a corndog!” $20.

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Letter From the Editor: Dr. Phil’s Advice to Memphis

My wife and I were invited to a party in Germantown last weekend, at a house deep in a maze of winding streets named Woody Oaks, Cedar Dale, Brier Creek, and other sylvan fantasies. It was at a lovely home with a lush yard and big trees — and some interesting folks to talk to.

I struck up a conversation with a woman from Collierville. When I told her that I lived in Memphis, she regaled me with tales of how she used to live in Midtown and hung out at Overton Square back in the 1970s, “before it died.”

“Have you been there lately?” I asked. “You can’t even find parking on weekend nights.”

“Really? Where do they go?” she asked, genuinely puzzled. I started to run down the list of a dozen restaurants, old and new, the three (soon to be four) theaters, YoLo, Studio on the Square, etc., but then I thought, what’s the point? We live in two different worlds. Mine’s no better than hers, but I might as well be from Venus, for all we have in common.

Which leads me to put on my Dr. Phil face and say what has to be said: It’s time for Memphis and Shelby County to start seeing other people. We’ve tried for years to patch things up, to come to some sort of mutual understanding, but we need to admit that we have irreconcilable differences. We don’t even know each other any more.

We need a divorce for the sake of the children, if nothing else. It’s not healthy for them to see us fighting all the time. We have nothing in common. You like Dogwood Glen and Misty Pines. I like Vinton and Tutwiler. You like malls and big new houses and convenient shopping and Amerigo and Bahama Breeze. I like sidewalks, imperfect old houses, and locally owned restaurants I can walk to. You don’t mind driving everywhere. You like big yards and space between your houses. I like downtown and the river and the weirdness and stimulation urban living can bring. You like movie megaplexes and spacious parks. I like the Levitt Shell, art galleries, and funky little bars.

You fear crime. I fear boredom.

The only thing we have in common, honestly, is that we both love our kids. You want a school system that you can control out there in Bartlett, Arlington, Collierville, etc. I get that, and I approve. Go for it, with my blessing. But for the sake of our kids’ future, we need an amicable divorce. If Memphis fails, so do you. So let’s divide the assets equitably, allow each other visitation, and when we run into each other at, say, Costco or at a Grizzlies game, let’s just be nice and remember the good times.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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Somebody

“It’s pretty incredible,” says Alan Spearman, laughing over the strange events that have brought Nobody, his 62-minute documentary, to the attention of daytime TV watchers. The Commercial Appeal photographer and emerging filmmaker is overwhelmed by the e-mail he’s gotten since Nobody, the lyrical film he made with fellow CA shutterbug Lance Murphy, was featured on Dr. Phil last week in an episode titled “Hobo Daddy.”

“We’ll just have to see if it leads to anything,” Spearman says, fingers crossed.

Nobody, a visually rich meditation on homelessness, won the 2006 Hometowner Award at the Indie Memphis Film Festival and was later selected to screen at the Full Frame Film Festival in Durham, North Carolina. Full Frame is widely considered the premier festival for documentaries in North America.

In July, the filmmakers were contacted by representatives of Dr. Phil and told that the TV therapist wanted to build an entire program around Jerry Bell, the homeless Mississippi river rat at the heart of Spearman and Murphy’s award-winning film. A month later, Murphy led a production crew from the show through a wooded area in Biloxi, Mississippi, looking for Bell’s camp.

Dr. Phil learned about Bell when Kayla, Bell’s daughter, who hadn’t seen her father since she was 2, contacted him.

“I just couldn’t think of why anybody would want to make a film of some homeless, dirty guy floating in a blow-up boat down the Mississippi River,” Kayla told Dr. Phil as she and her mother Glori raked Bell over the coals for not paying child support.

“I don’t think they were completely fair to Jerry,” Spearman says, questioning the facts and timelines presented on the show. “Besides, our goal as filmmakers wasn’t to glorify Jerry’s lifestyle or to hold him up as some kind of role model. Lance and I wanted to make a film about the life of a person you might pass on the street every day without ever even seeing.”

“Jerry had no idea who Dr. Phil was; he just wanted to see his daughter,” Murphy explains. “I did everything I could to prepare him. I figured that the show would be confrontational, and for the most part, it was.” But it wasn’t all Jerry Springer-esque either.

When Murphy and Bell arrived in Los Angeles for the taping, a producer for Dr. Phil offered to pay for a set of false teeth for Jerry “if it would make him more comfortable.” Bell said yes.

“The whole teeth thing has been an ongoing theme,” Murphy says. “When Jerry left for the Gulf Coast in his canoe, I wanted to make sure he had plenty to eat. So I’d gotten him these big tubs of peanut butter. But it was crunchy peanut butter. He said, ‘You know I can’t eat that.'”

After taping, Bell was flown back to Biloxi where a limo was waiting for him. Spearman says Bell asked the driver to take him to the edge of the woods and drop him off. “We didn’t get that on film,” Spearman says sadly.