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Blues & Brews at Grind City Fest

This weekend, Grind City Brewing Company is hosting its first-ever Grind City Fest in a collaborative effort with Mammoth Live and local promoter Nick Barbian to bring live music back to Uptown Memphis. The two-day festival will consist of blues and bluegrass performances, headlined by the Grammy-winning Infamous Stringdusters on Friday, and Greensky Bluegrass on Saturday. 

Other performances will include Saxsquatch, The Travelin’ McCourys, Here Come the Mummies, The Wild Feathers, Kyle Nix & the 38s, and local acts Cyrena Wages and Dirty Streets.

The festival has been a year in the making, with the idea for the festival originating in a casual conversation between Barbian, who recently opened Big River Market in the South Main neighborhood, and Grind City Brewing founder Hopper Seely. “We were literally just out there at Grind City Brewing Company having a couple beers, looking at a great skyline of Downtown Memphis and this beautiful, just shy of two-acre lawn,” Barbian says, “and we were like, ‘We should do music out here.’”

(Credit: Grind City Brewing Company)

The hope, Barbian explains, is to promote more live entertainment in the area. “This fest is definitely a preview of things to come. This is hopefully just the beginning. We want to bring more music back to Uptown, especially because that is such a developing part of the city right now, and having the brewery up there is such a great asset.”

Tickets can be purchased in advance at ticketmaster.com or at the door. Single day passes cost $35, and two-day passes cost $65. Children, 12 and under, get in free. VIP tickets are available for $125 and include early access to the venue, one free beer per day, free parking, access to the tap room and patio, a preferred viewing area, private bar and restrooms, limited edition laminate, an expanded beer menu, and complimentary Grind City Brewing tastings. 

For more information, visit grindcitybrew.com/grindcityfest or @grindcityfest901 on Facebook or Instagram. 


Lineup is as follows:

Friday, August 26

Saxsquatch | 5 p.m.

The Travelin’ McCourys | 6 p.m.

Here Come the Mummies | 7:30 p.m.

Infamous Stringdusters | 9:15 p.m.

Saturday, August 27

Cyrena Wages | 3:15 p.m.

Dirty Streets | 4:30 p.m.

Kyle Nix | 5:35 p.m.

Wild Feathers | 7 p.m.

Greensky Bluegrass (set 1) | 8:15 p.m.

Greensky Bluegrass (set 2) | 9:45 p.m.

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Reigning Sound Rule Gonerfest Thursday Night

If you want to get cheered up quick, try Gonerfest. 

Memphis punks Nots open Gonerfest 13 in the Cooper Young Gazebo

I had had a pretty crappy Thursday, and was in a pretty foul mood as I headed to the corner of Cooper and Young for the kickoff of Gonerfest 13. The fresh air, idyllic weather, and flurry of faces, both familiar and unfamiliar, loosened me up a bit, and then Nots rocked away the remnants of my darkness. As Goner co-owner Zac Ives said in his brief introduction to the band, it’s been a real privelage watching this band of Memphis women grow and evolve from raw, explosive talent into the finely honed outfit that confidently kicked off the world’s greatest garage punk festival. Even more heartening was the gaggle of little girls who gathered transfixed before Nots frontwoman Natalie Hoffman. The rest of Gonerfest may not be kid-friendly, but for a few minutes yesterday afternoon some Midtown kids got a glimpse of what a powerful, talented, and determined bunch of women can do. 

The show moved to the considerably less kid-friendly environs of the Hi-Tone for the evening’s festivities, led off by Memphis newcomers Hash Redactors. Half the fun of Gonerfest (well, maybe not literally half) is discovering new acts, and between the psychedelic Redactors and Chook Race from Melbourne Australia, I had joined two new fandoms before 10 PM. As the night’s MC, the legendary Black Oak Arkansas frontman Jim Dandy, explained “Chook Race” is Aussie slang for chicken racing, which is apparently a thing in the Outback. But aside from their accents, the three piece didn’t sound like they were from down under. I got a distinct vibe of Athens, Georgia circa 1981 from the jangly sound and twisty songwriting. Some songs sounded like Pylon, while others could have been outtakes from REM’s first EP “Chronic Town”. 

Chook Race from Melbourne, Australia

The crowd shoehorned into the Hi Tone mingled all kinds of accents and looks. I noticed as I entered the show that passports were being offered as IDs as often as American driver’s licenses. Yes, people really come from outside the states to Gonerfest. Lots of them. 

Reigning Sound

The rest of the evening offered various shades of garage rock, from Ohioans Counter Intuits to the Gonerfest veterans now based in San Francisco Useless Eaters. Guitar heroes Fred and Toody—Oregonian legends who fronted Dead Moon and Pierced Arrows—played a noisy set to a reverent room. Then it was time for a return of some Memphis favorite sons, Reigning Sound. Greg Oblivian Cartwright formed the band in the early 2000s with Alex Greene on keys, Greg Roberson on drums, and Memphis import Jeremy Scott on bass and backup vocals. The original lineup stayed stable for two of the best records created in Memphis since the heyday of Stax, and their live shows are legendary. When the original lineup reunited, with the occasional addition of John Whittemore on pedal steel and guitar, they proved the legends true for those who didn’t get the opportunity to see it go down the first time. There wasn’t a bad band on the first night of Gonerfest 13, but the Reigning Sound were head and shoulders above the rest. No one else had the width and depth of Cartwright’s songwriting, or the telepathic group cohesion that can sound both haphazard and incredibly tight at the same time. These guys are, and have alway been, the real deal. 

Now to get rehydrated for today’s shows. 

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Comic on Comic: An Insider’s Guide to Memphis’ Comedy Scene

Memphis is known around the country for its lip-smacking good BBQ, its toe-tapping Blues and Rock n’ Roll music, and, of course, its knee-slapping hilarious comedians! In honor of the 4th Annual Memphis Comedy Festival this weekend, we’ve compiled a list of the funniest, most recognizable local comedian types working in Memphis right now! 

“My word, I’ve got a rather severe case of the giggles!!!”

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#7) Marquel (2Funny) Parram

Catchphrase:

“I can only tell you what I heard I did…”


Marquel (2Funny) Parram is one of the hardest working comedians on the scene today. You can find this Comedian anywhere there’s an audience in Memphis, and I mean ANYWHERE!

“I wanted to get strong as a performer,” he said, “so I figured I need to practice in as many different venues and in front of as many different audiences as I could.”

Not only has Marquel performed stand-up at Memphis’s top venues, he’s performed on street corners, buses, trolleys, grocery stores, doctor’s offices, carpools, and even at the zoo!

“You know a joke’s not good when you can’t make a hyena laugh.”

Marquel has been on the Memphis Comedy scene for four years now and said he is ready to make the transition to full-time comedian. He has had semi-recent success opening up for the ducks walking at the Peabody. You can see Marquel (2Funny) Parram…well…anywhere!

2funnycomedy.com

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#6) Josh Feveret

Catchphrase: 

“I have a knife on me.”

Our number six pick is the wild Josh Feveret! Josh moved to Memphis from Chattanooga just three years ago. And since then he has shook up the local comedy scene. Josh has often made a habit of riding the lines of appropriateness when it comes to his standup sets.

“Comedians today have to be shocking in order to get any attention,” Josh said. “I may say things that might offend you, but that’s part of the art of standup.”

Josh did make local headlines recently when he briefly set himself on fire during one of his standup sets at the P&H café’s open mic night.

“I wasn’t getting any laughs that night, so I thought well… let’s kick things up a notch. In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best decision, but that’s what open mics are for. The paramedic did laugh a little when I asked her for a light before they took me to the emergency room, so I’d say the night wasn’t a complete waste.”

Josh will be opening for a local punk music band The Mindless Ripoffs this Saturday at Murphy’s bar.

Joshisonfireyall.com

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#5) Thomas J. Freeman 

Catchphrase:

“I thought this was a music open mic not a comedy one, but the host said I could do a few songs before you guys start.”

Thomas J. Freeman has been part-time musician in Memphis for the past 12 years. He doesn’t consider himself a comedian, yet will religiously show up to all the comedy open mics and shows in Memphis asking for stage time.

“Otherlands coffeeshop won’t have me back anymore because apparently you have to order something once in a while, which I am against,” he said. “Also they really only want you performing during the open mics, not to people trying to use the Internet.”

Thomas hopes to soon sell at least 10 of the CD’s he’s made of all originally songs he recorded in his sister’s boyfriend’s bathroom. The album is called “Echos by the Throne.” Buy it online here.

 

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#4) Jessica Talbert

Catchphrase:

“I may not know a lot, but one thing I know for damn sure is that airplane fuel doesn’t burn hot enough to melt steel!”

Young, energetic, and fearless are three worlds that come to mind when you think of this up-and-coming Memphis comedienne. Some comics like to do impressions, others tell stories of their personal life experience, but comics like Jessica like to go more political.

“It’s easy to make people laugh. I mean look at the New World Order!” She said. “Our reptilian shape-shifting lizard overlords have been laughing at our ignorance for years. Wake up people!”

Recently Jessica has taken time off from her full time job as a blogger for ChemtrailsAreBrainControl.com to focus more on her stand-up career. Although she has yet to finish a complete set without the microphone being cutoff, she is releasing her first full-length comedy album called “Live from Hollow Earth.” You can see Jessica perform at the back porch of most bars trying to get you to stop drinking water. Also check out her Podcast, “Tinfoil Hat Thoughts” on the Shut up and Listen Network.

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#3)Tim “The Biff” Johnson
Catchphrase:
“It’s Biffing time!!!”

This comedian has the largest and most loyal fan following in Memphis. His high energy comedy is a force to be reckoned with. It’s hard to find any comedy fan in Memphis that doesn’t enjoy a good “Biffing”. He is one of many headlining comedians working in Memphis, but what sets him apart from the others?

“It’s the Biff-Squad, definitely,” he said. “My fans are come out in full force waiting to get biffed, and what can I say? I always deliver.”

Tim Johnson has been doing comedy for 18 years now and has a career ranging from stand-up to movies to theater.

“The Biff has done Shakespeare before; the Biff can do it all.”

You can see Tim “The Biff” Johnson getting his Biff on at his comedy showcase at the Cooper Penny off Central Avenue the 12th of every month. Click here for official Biff Merchandise.

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#2) DJ Tickle-Cheeks

Catchphrase:

“Goo goo…haaaa HAAA Ppppppffftttt drrrrrppp ma ma ma….”

Who said this list was only featuring stand-up comedians? You may not recognize his face, but you’d definitely recognize his voice! DJ Tickle-Cheeks hosts the #1 podcast in Memphis, “Nap Time; Snap Time” on the OAM Audio Network. DJ Tickle-Cheeks got his start in comedy when he ate spaghetti for the first time. Combined with a deep appreciation for dubstep music, DJ Tickle-Cheeks has built a strong following here in the city of baby blues.

“We cannot wait till he gains more control over his motor skills and is able to actually hold his head up to the microphone, then there is no stopping him,” said audio producer Gil Worth.

Listen to DJ Tickle-Cheeks every Friday on the OAM Audio Network.

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And finally we come to our number choice for best local Memphis Comedian… 

A Horse

Catchphrase: (N/A)

It’s a horse guys, horses can’t talk.

As most of you know there is a horse that appears randomly in Memphis comedy clubs and venues.

“Oh shit, that horse is back” is a common phrases said by host and hostess at open mics and showcases.

“He just keeps to himself most of the time, which is fine when a show isn’t going on. But have you ever tried making an audience laugh when there is a 900lbs thoroughbred horse standing in the middle of the freaking room”, said one Memphis comedian. “He goes to like 80% of the shows in town, and he doesn’t even laugh! He just stands there knocking shit over.”

You can find the Memphis Comedy Horse at a majority of comedy venues in town.

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And there you have it! The undisputed top 7 entirely made up comedians working in Memphis!  If you’d like to see the real, hardworking, and funny local comedians in Memphis, this weekend’s Comedy Festival is the perfect place to start.

For a listing of shows, tickets, and venues go to MemphisComedyFestival.com. All joking aside, Memphis does have a very strong, very funny comedy scene and they deserve to be recognized. Go out and see a show and support local performers and artist. BE A PART OF IT!!!

Mike McCarthy is a standup comedian who is sometimes confused with Mike McCarthy the filmmaker and occasionally mistaken for the Memphis Comedy Horse. He is also a Wiseguy and contributor to Fly on the Wall. 

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Indie Memphis Award Winners

Local filmmakers Alan Spearman and Lance Murphy were the big winners over the weekend as award recipients were announced at the Indie Memphis Film Festival. The duo took home the award for Best Documentary (and its $400 cash prize) in the festival’s Hometowner Competition for their film Nobody, and followed that up by winning the Kodak Tennessee Filmmaker’s Award, which comes with $1,000 in film stock. Nobody screens Thursday, October 19th, at 8:45 p.m., with Ron Franklin performing at an after-party at the Gibson Showcase.

The other Hometowner winners this weekend were Just the Two of Us for Best Narrative Feature ($600), Ad Man for Best Narrative Short ($400), The Importance of Being Russell for the festival’s Ron Tibbett Excellence in Filmmaking Award ($500), and What Goes Around … director Rod Pitts for the Promising Filmmaker Award.

In the Soul of Southern Film competition, Joey Lauren Adams‘ opening night film Come Early Morning won Best Narrative Feature ($750); Kubuku Rides (This Is It) won Best Narrative Short ($500); Playing With RAGE won Best Documentary ($750), and Found won Best Animated or Experimental Film ($500).

For more information on the festival, see IndieMemphis.com.

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Sign In, Please

Last week, 200-plus authors were in town for the Southern Festival of Books. This week, the number of visiting writers is down to six, but what a list.

Native Memphian Hampton Sides, author of Ghost Soldiers and now Blood and Thunder: An Epic of the American West, will be at Davis-Kidd Booksellers on Tuesday. Read what Sides has to say on page 40 of this week’s Flyer. Hear what Mitch Albom (Tuesdays With Morrie) has to say when Albom reads from and signs his latest, a novel, For One More Day, at the Church of the Holy Communion on Wednesday, October 25th, at 11:15 a.m.

One more day? Try 20 years — of marriage. Steve Doocy, co-host of Fox & Friends on the Fox News Network, has tried it, and he’s happy to tell you about it in The Mr. & Mrs. Happy Handbook: Everything I Know About Love and Marriage. Doocy will be at Davis-Kidd on Friday at 6 p.m.

And speaking of Fox, “Sister” Jane Arnold may be master of the foxhunt, but she’s on the trail of murder and mayhem (again) in Rita Mae Brown’s The Hounds and the Fury, which Brown will be signing at Davis-Kidd on Monday at 6 p.m.

Charles Frazier’s Cold Mountain was a surprise bestseller and National Book Award winner. Ten years later, he’s again in the 19th-century South with Thirteen Moons. Frazier will be signing at Burke’s Book Store on Thursday at 7 p.m., which shouldn’t prevent you, earlier the same night, from meeting Michael Lewis, author of Liar’s Poker, Moneyball, and now The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game. The topic is the gridiron, but the focus is left tackle (and Memphian) Michael Oher, who plays for Ole Miss. You may have recently read some of this story in The New York Times Magazine. Now read the whole story in The Blind Side. Lewis will be at Davis-Kidd on Thursday at 6 p.m.

For more information, visit Davis-Kidd Booksellers’ Web site at www.daviskidd.com and the Burke’s Book Store site at www.burkesbooks.com.

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Festival Highlights

Phil Chambliss: Auteur from Arkansas

Special program

Saturday, October 14th, 5:15 p.m.

After making movies in obscurity for decades, using cheap equipment and a cast of friends and co-workers, Camden, Arkansas, native Phil Chambliss has become a minor cause celebre on the film festival circuit. Chambliss, who has written, directed, shot, edited, and scored 27 films over the past three decades, received his first public screening at the 2004 Nashville Film Festival and will be celebrated at the British Film Institute’s 50th London Film Festival later this month.

Dubbed a “folk art filmmaker,” Chambliss’ ostensibly amateurish, rural-based, borderline surreal short films are so odd, there’s a temptation to file them under “so bad they’re good,” if not just plain bad. But there’s something real happening in Chambliss’ work, at least in the three examples being screened at Indie Memphis.

The 1982 “thriller” Shadow of the Hatchet Man is the most memorable of the bunch. It’s shot in gloriously grimy 8mm black and white, which lends an effectively nasty tone to an already disreputable tale of a hatchet-wielding killer and the cheating husband who sees in the furor an opportunity to off his wife. From the pungent, intentionally loony, and well-observed dialogue (“I can see she was a cute l’il ole girl,” a newscaster — played by Chambliss — drawls during a report on the latest hatchet killer victim) to such memorably odd images as a bare-chested sheriff reporting from in front of an Arkansas flag, Shadow of the Hatchet Man is hard to forget.

The other two shorts being shown as part of this program aren’t quite as absorbing, but are still memorable. Mr. Visit Show (2002) depicts a reporter investigating rumors that the “Bird-Mart Day Care Center for Birds” is using sleeping pellets instead of seed, and ends with probably the most hilariously unstrenuous fist-fight in movie history.

Even better is 1986’s The Devil’s Helper, in which two good ole boys out in the deer woods run into one of Satan’s minions and cut a deal for expanded hunting privileges. The Devil’s Helper opens with a still shot of a giant buck, presenting the deer as a creature of awe, like a god. If you grew up around the culture of rural deer hunting (I was born in December — the lore goes that I was the only thing able to pull my older male relatives out of “camp”), you’re liable to react to the image with a laugh of recognition.

Chambliss will attend the screening. — Chris Herrington

A Reel Man

Special program

Wednesday, October 18, 8:30 p.m.

Skip Eisheimer was a film geek who chanced into 500 educational filmstrips from the 1930s to 1970s. A collector was born and, thousands of strips later, cineastes everywhere can rejoice. Eisheimer formed A/V Geeks, a group based in Raleigh, North Carolina, that takes these almost-forgotten artifacts and publicly screens them. The reaction to these strips ranges from recognition to horror to delight. A Reel Man tells Eisheimer’s story and, better yet, shows clips of some his filmstrips. Eisheimer is a kind of archaeologist, digging through the dusty discards of libraries, schools, and government agencies and resurrecting the celluloid bones he discovers there. Some of the best of these strips — More Dates for Kay, Why Vandalism? — are educational to current-day audiences, illuminating some of the ideals and mores that kids in the mid-20th century were exposed to. It raises the question: How did those generations escape deep emotional scarring? One can only hope they laughed at these films like audiences do today. And laugh you will: There’s a clearly zonked Sonny Bono lecturing on teenage pot use. In Alcohol is Dynamite, there are lines such as, “Like dope addicts, one drinker can’t stand the sight of somebody not drinking.” There’s the titular, faux-Johnny Cash country song for Shake Hands with Danger. And there are Bizarro World home truths like “It’s not sissy to be clean.” In addition to the screening of the documentary, Eisheimer will appear at the festival and will show some of his films, making this a don’t-miss event on the program. — Greg Akers

American Cannibal: The Road to Reality

Beyond the South Documentary

Sunday, October 15th, 5 p.m.

American Cannibal: The Road To Reality is such a devastating — and devastatingly funny — film about Hollywood’s sleazy underbelly, it’s difficult to imagine that it wasn’t co-scripted by David Mamet and Christopher Guest. But, no. It’s a real documentary about Gil Riply and Dave Roberts, two idealistic kids determined to make it in the entertainment industry if it kills them. After a pilot for Comedy Central fails, the duo turns to Kevin Blatt, the pornographer who distributed the Paris Hilton sex tape, to produce a reality show called American Cannibal, where starving contestants engage in grueling challenges for food in an exotic, if not particularly scenic, locale where cannibalism is legal. Things quickly go from bad to as bad as it can get, and Riply and Roberts are in way over their heads. — Chris Davis

The Bridge

Hometowner Feature

Monday, October 16th, 8:45 p.m.

This locally produced feature directed by Brett Hanover uses materials created by the Church of Scientology and stories told by former members of L. Ron Hubbard’s controversial sci-fi religion to build a tragic narrative about misplaced faith and insidious fraud. Scientologists will hate it. People who hate Scientologists won’t like it nearly as much as the Tom Cruise episode of South Park. — CD

Cocaine Cowboys

Soul of Southern Film Documentary

Monday, October 16th, 6:30 p.m.

Audacious research and fierce editing are the standouts in Cocaine Cowboys, a documentary that chronicles the roots, heyday, and consequences — bad and good — of the cocaine trade in Miami. The city was relatively quiet in the early 1950s, but, in succession, gunrunning, rum running, marijuana trafficking, and Cuban immigration led to the cocaine-trade explosion in the ’70s. Among the significant notes is that Pittsburgh Steelers players were doing coke in the days leading to their Super Bowl game against the Dallas Cowboys in Miami in 1976. The Steelers, of course, won the game. Cocaine Cowboys doesn’t just give an overview, but focuses on individuals and their fates. Its conclusion seems inarguable: The skyline of Miami today owes more than a little to cocaine. — GA

Delusions

Hometowner Feature

Monday, October 16th, 8:30 p.m.

Delusions kicks off with drugs, rape, and prostitution, and the title credits that follow are reminiscent of the opening of The Sopranos. It doesn’t get any less bleak from there. In the movie, Memphis is a town populated by evil men, losers, and worse, and the innocent don’t remain so for long. A drug dealer (Chris Ross) and a sweet-natured virgin (Tiffany Pemberton, in a brave, gutsy performance) cross paths and have a romance that sours in devastating ways. A debt enforcer (Bevan Bell) completes the triangle, and soon enough no one remains innocent. Written and directed by Robert Saba, Delusions is a kind of would-be Bluff City Requiem for a Dream. — GA

Fraternity Massacre at Hell Island

Hometowner Feature

Monday, October 16th, 6:45 p.m.

Local filmmaker Mark Jones established himself on the local scene five years ago with his polished screwball comedy debut, Eli Parker Is Getting Married? This follow-up feature is a gay-themed horror-comedy spoof. Jones, who wrote and directed the film, reunites with his Eli Parker collaborator Ryan Parker, who serves as the editor and director of photography on Fraternity Massacre at Hell Island. The plot concerns a fraternity “hell night” staged at Hell Island (Mud Island), which had witnessed a multiple murder on the 4th of July 20 years earlier. Protagonist Jack (Tyler Farrell) is a gay pledge whose sexuality is known only to his also-closeted frat-brother boyfriend (Michael Gravois). On hell night, Jack has to worry about more than ghosts and fraternity hazing; there’s also a murderous clown on the loose, which has nothing on the perils of being in the closet while in the frat. Because of the gay theme, Fraternity Massacre at Hell Island is able to spoof both the sexualized atmosphere of slasher movies and real-life fraternities. Jones’ movie tackles these issues with a light comic touch that will be familiar to anyone who’s seen Eli Parker Is Getting Married? At the end, Jack’s frat has been turned upside down and features a “token straight brother.” — CH

Grim Sweeper

Hometowner Feature

Tuesday, October 17th, 8:30 p.m.

I like to think that a lot of people first get into independent filmmaking so that they can play with fake blood. I don’t know if this true in the case of Edward Valibus Phillips, director of the locally produced Grim Sweeper. But his movie features gobs of perfect fake blood, brains, and bone — enough to inspire a whole gaggle of new filmmakers. Grim Sweeper follows Hal (Phillips) and his pal Rod (Benjamin Rednour) as they punch the clock on a job that is both familiar (the bland humdrum of hourly wage employment with coworkers who are annoying) and alien (the duo clean human gristle from crime and death scenes). Gallows humor reigns as Rednour steals the show with his acting and Phillips reinforces the wit of the endeavor with with confident visual observations. — GA

The Importance of Being Russell

Hometowner Feature

Thursday, October 19th, 6:45 p.m.

This local feature unites two known forces on the Memphis film scene, the Paradox Productions crew responsible for the ambitious feature Strange Cargo a few years ago and actor/writer John Pickle, creator and star of the cable access skit show Pickle TV. The pair previously collaborated on the short film The Last Man on Earth, but this comedic fantasy-farce is their first feature. Pickle plays “redneck” inventor Russell Hawker (among his many great ideas is fashioning a “shotgun silencer” by duct-taping a pillow over the barrel), unhappily married, professionally frustrated, and coming up on his 10th wedding anniversary.

Pickle’s Jim Varney-esque hick character is a confident creation who holds the screen and provokes some actual laughs. The film also boasts some good ideas, such as the neat symmetry and casual critique when Russell and his wife sit down to breakfast opposite one another and separately watch the same program on adjacent televisions. The Importance of Being Russell works well early on, finding humor in its backwoods setting without being condescending, but despite a well-staged combat scene (that’s right — a combat scene!), it loses its footing a little as the plot becomes more fantastical. But it’s handsomely shot (by Paradox’s Jeff Hassen) and well made (Sean Plemmons directs, Jeff Bryant produces) throughout. — CH

Old Joy

Beyond the South Feature

Sunday, October 15th, 7 p.m.

This well-reviewed indie feature from writer-director Kelly Reichardt follows two friends (Will Oldham and Daniel London) who reunite for a weekend camping trip in Oregon’s Cascade mountain range and confront where they are in their divergent lives. Old Joy is set for an official release next month, but since a local theatrical run seems like a longshot, this might be your only chance to see it on the big screen. — CH

Playing With Rage

Soul of Southern Film Documentary

Thursday, October 19th, 6:30 p.m.

Female stereotypes are smashed to bits in Playing With Rage, a feature length documentary about a disillusioned sportswriter who rediscovers his love for competitive athletics after following the ups and downs of a professional female football team from Texas. What begins as shades of Sherman’s March quickly evolves from a self-pitying account of the filmmaker’s burnout into a seriously engaging meditation on gender roles and sports in the American heartland. — CD

Stomp! Shout! Scream!

Soul of Southern Film Feature

Saturday, October 14th, 1 p.m.

The tagline of Stomp! Shout! Scream! describes the movie as “A Beach Party Rock & Roll Monster Movie.” The beach is in 1960’s Georgia. The rock-and-roll is mainly provided by the fuzzed-out garage rock of Catfight! The monster is the Skunk Ape, an allegedly real-life Everglades Bigfoot, described by a plant-biologist character in the movie as an “antediluvian simian creature.” The tone of the film is like The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, another recent homage to Atomic Age creature features, but in this case it’s more camp than overt comedy. In the movie, a guy in a suit — I mean, the mysterious Skunk Ape — menaces a small town and, like that other famous cinematic monkey, falls for a girl. — GA

What Goes Around …

Hometowner Feature

Tuesday, October 17th, 8:45 p.m.

The end of the credits for What Goes Around … states, “No animals, crackheads, or film geeks were harmed in the making of this film.” I can’t say I remember seeing any crackheads, and I’m pretty sure there weren’t any animals, but such are the quality and interests of the film that there’s no doubt it’s full of film geeks. The story is simple and universal: Talal (Patrick Henry) has been with girlfriend Marie (Chris Brown) for years, but realizes he’s philophobic — afraid of commitment. It isn’t so much Talal’s feet that are clay as his heart. When he meets Angela (Lisa Miller), he’s smitten and drops Marie for her, an action that has unforeseen and heartbreaking consequences. The film bursts with Chow Yun Fat and Rudy Ray Moore references and, in featuring the now-defunct Parallax Video as a location, provides a fitting coda to that downtown establishment. Best of all, Memphis has never looked so romantic as when Talal and Angela hit the town on a first date, their burgeoning relationship captured with black-and-white photography and Billie Holiday’s “Solitude” washing over it all. It doesn’t seem so hard to imagine the Bluff City as New York in a ’40s or ’50s film. — GA

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On the Job

Local filmmaker C. Scott McCoy and his partners in Oddly Buoyant Productions are the only previous winners of the Indie Memphis Film Festival’s Best Hometowner Feature award to have a film up for that same award this year. McCoy & Co. won two years ago for the rock-mockumentary Automusik Can Do No Wrong. Judging by their impressive follow-up, Eat, they should have a good shot again this year.

Directed by McCoy, who co-wrote and edited the film with his partner Laura Jean Hocking, Eat is an ambitious, structurally tight feature that boasts 54 speaking parts and 48 songs from 23 local or regional bands over its 83-minute run time.

The film takes place over a 24-hour period and follows the work and social lives of employees from three different restaurants — an upscale family restaurant, a corporate chain, and a cozy after-hours bar.

“We collected stories, sort of like an oral history,” says McCoy. “It’s lore,” Hocking adds.

“War stories,” McCoy says. “We stitched them together.”

The idea for the movie came from Hocking, a waitress and manager at McEwen’s who’s worked in restaurants for two decades.

“I wanted it to be a love letter to the restaurant industry,” Hocking says. “Tough love. I wanted to give back to waiters and restaurant workers.”

McCoy, a writer and editor by trade, also drew on restaurant experience. “I’m a horrible waiter,” he says. “I’ve been fired from more restaurants that you’ve eaten at in this town. Spaghetti Warehouse, Applebee’s, Alfred’s — walked out of Alfred’s. Got fired from the Belmont. Fired from Boscos. Didn’t get fired from the Pizza Café. Endless.”

McCoy and Hocking say they also drew on the restaurant experience of their cast in a movie that used plenty of improvisation.

“That was something that really helped, but it wasn’t a requirement,” Hocking says. “But it’s not hard to find an actor who’s a waiter.”

One of the standouts in the cast is local musician Amy LaVere, who plays a waitress for the corporate theme restaurant Canape’s (“a bad concept poorly executed,” McCoy says) and delivers a charmingly natural performance.

“She started working in restaurants when she was 13 or 14,” McCoy says of LaVere, “so she had a lot of restaurant anger built up. She’s a really good actress. I think next time we won’t be able to afford her.”

Eat weaves its large cast together with ease. The film’s de-centered narrative is quite a departure from Automusik Can Do No Wrong and will remind viewers of filmmakers such as Richard Linklater (Slacker, which Eat references) and Robert Altman. (McCoy cites Altman’s Short Cuts as a prime influence: “We were throwing an Altman party.”)

“It’s a movie about work,” McCoy says. “You could make it in a steel mill, but it wouldn’t be as interesting because you wouldn’t have the customer interaction. And people don’t make movies about work. But the drama you go through every day just to make a living is something everyone goes through, and those are some of the greatest dramas in people’s lives. It was important to us to do that, to make a movie about everyday experience. We wanted to make it funny, and we wanted to make it real.”

Eat(Hometowner Feature Competition)

Sunday, October 15th, 8:45 p.m.

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Out of Nowhere

It’s like a moment out of The Blair Witch Project. The day is racing to a close and the shadows are long and deep when Alan Spearman and Lance Murphy decide it might be best to split up. The Johnson grass is head-high on the forested northern tip of Mud Island. Old paths have been hidden by new growth since the last time the two filmmakers visited.

“Maybe we should try to get in and get out while there’s still light,” Spearman suggests, asking if anybody is particularly susceptible to poison ivy.

Spearman and Murphy are looking for a ruined rubber canoe that once belonged to their friend Jerry, a homeless man who kept his camp along the river on what would have been high-dollar real estate had he lived in a house rather than an improvised tent. It’s a spiritual touchstone for the professional journalists and neophyte filmmakers who’ve spent the past five years working on Nobody, a documentary following Jerry’s incredible river journey from Marion, Indiana, to Memphis.

“It’s over here,” Spearman eventually calls out, maneuvering through a thicket of vines and spider webs. Murphy, who had been exploring to the east, announces that he’s on his way and crunches through the leaves and branches. The two men fawn over the deflated yellow boat like a lost treasure.

“You know, Jerry used to write things on the canoe,” Murphy says. “It’s gone now, but there was writing all over it. There was a note from his son.”

Jerry came into Spearman’s and Murphy’s life unexpectedly when The Commercial Appeal photographers received a phone call from the Coast Guard, who thought somebody might be interested in talking to the good-natured homeless man who’d given up on society after the death of his mother and fell in love with America’s big river.

Jerry on the streets in Nobody

“He’s really like a modern-day Huck Finn,” Murphy says. “We wanted to show that these people that Mark Twain wrote about are still around. And still pretty much the same.”

He and Spearman work their way to the riverbank and look out over the dark waters swirling with the last pink and purple rays of the sun. They marvel at how the river can become an addiction and speak enviously of the vistas known only to those who live on the river.

Jerry is an alcoholic and a drifter but he’s not a panhandler. At one point in the film he declares, “I’m too proud to ever ask anybody for a dime.”

Nobody opens with a shot of Jerry shaving, watching his reflection in a small, jagged shard of mirror. It then moves from one breathtaking and provocative image to the next, calling into question all of our culture’s preconceived notions about homelessness and community.

From one homeless man’s recipe for cooking up pigeon and possum to Jerry’s own revealing commentaries on birth, death, and what lies between, Nobody alternately repulses and intrigues.

Spearman and Murphy have taken a formal approach to their film, and the contrived images may get under the skin of documentary purists.

“We’re prepared for that,” Spearman says confidently, brandishing a flashlight. “Now maybe we should try to get out of the woods while we can still see where we’re going.”

Nobody

(Hometowner Documentary Competition)

Thursday, October 19th

8:45 p.m.

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South from Sundance

In 1993, Ashley Judd starred in a disarmingly modest Southern indie movie called Ruby in Paradise. She played a young woman from the rural South (Kentucky, or maybe Tennessee) who packs her car in the opening credits, fleeing a bad relationship, and heads south to Florida to start a new life. She gets a job at a beachfront gift shop. She makes a few friends. She has a couple of relationships — one bad, one good but complicated. In typical movie narrative terms, nothing happens. But that nothing encompasses everything. Years ago a good friend and fellow Ruby in Paradise admirer labeled the film a koan, a mysterious touchstone for being young and single and discovering your life.

Earlier this year, after a long time in the Hollywood wilderness, Judd appeared at the Sundance Film Festival in Come Early Morning, another naturalistic Southern indie about a woman in search of her life. This character was a decade older, of course, and more damaged; her wounds more self-inflicted. But the character’s journey — and the movie’s uncommon patience and naturalism — mark Come Early Morning as a Ruby in Paradise companion piece, right down to its refusal to tidily wrap up its romantic plot thread and the way its character locates contentment through work.

This connection appears to be purely accidental, according to Come Early Morning‘s creator, Arkansas-bred, indie-identified actress Joey Lauren Adams (Chasing Amy, Dazed and Confused), who makes her writing and directing debut with the film, which is the opening-night screening at this year’s Indie Memphis Film Festival.

Adams, who currently lives in Oxford, Mississippi, says that Come Early Morning wasn’t written with Ruby — or even Judd — in mind. But it was born out of a frustration with Hollywood that Judd could probably identify with.

“I guess I was sort of frustrated with the roles that were available, not just for me but for women in general,” Adams says. “And I realized I wasn’t going to change anything by acting. As an actress, there are times when you’re doing a film and you’re really busy. And then other times I’d wake up and want to work, but there were no scripts to read, no auditions, nothing to do. And that drove me nuts. So I started writing. And rule number one is write what you know, or so I’m told.”

Adams set and filmed Come Early Morning around her hometown of North Little Rock and the smaller communities of Scott and Lonoke.

Adams had originally written the film as something to act in herself, but that changed when she decided to direct as well. “I wasn’t going to get a Michael Apted to direct it, or a Bruce Beresford,” Adams says, citing two of her favorite filmmakers. “The director we were talking with [didn’t have much experience] and then the music started to become really important to me, and the place, and I became so terrified about what someone else might turn it into.”

The more Adams learned about what goes into directing, the more she realized she didn’t know enough to direct and star.

Joey Lauren Adams (left)

“One of my producers gave [the script] to [Judd’s] agent at Sundance the year before,” Adams says, “and she loved it. Ashley read it right away. And decided she wanted to do it.”

Adams says she saw Ruby in Paradise when it came out but never really had it in mind. Her template, she says, was Tender Mercies, a Beresford drama from the ’80s staring Robert Duvall.

“I do see Lucy [Judd’s character] as more of a masculine character,” Adams says. “She’s doing what the guy usually does in the movies — sleeping with the guy and trying to sneak away in the morning.”

Come Early Morning confounds expectations in many ways — from its refusal to fashion a conventional happy ending to Lucy’s potentially redemptive romance to a novel but believable depiction of Southern church culture to the respect it gives to work, with Lucy finding a measure of job satisfaction as a contractor.

Come Early Morning was purchased by indie distributor Roadside Attractions after screening at Sundance and is set for a U.S. theatrical run starting next month.

As for the director’s future? “I definitely want to write and direct,” says Adams, most recently seen in a supporting role in the Vince Vaughn/Jennifer Aniston comedy The Break-Up. “I’m sort of over L.A., and as an actress I’d have to spend more time there. I love writing and I love that I can do it anywhere.”

Adams will be driving from Oxford to attend the screening.

Come Early Morning

Opening-night screening

Friday, October 13th, 8 p.m.

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To the Moon!

When you talk to David Magee about the MoonPie, he constantly uses phrases like “Well, the funny thing about MoonPies is” and “That’s the thing about MoonPies!” And before long, he’s convinced you that there really are a lot of funny and interesting things about the South’s favorite snack. So many, in fact, that he wrote a book about it.

For example, did you know that MoonPies have been around for 75 years and are still made by a family-owned bakery in Chattanooga? Or that the Chattanooga Bakery makes nothing else? Or that they make one million MoonPies every day and are thought to be the world’s largest manufacturer of marshmallow?

All this, plus history, business philosophy, and personal reflection can be found in MoonPie: Biography of an Out-of-This-World Snack, which just hit stores. Magee will be signing copies at the Southern Festival of Books in Memphis on Saturday, October 14th.

How two cookies and some marshmallow went from portable miner’s snack to Southern icon is a story of perseverance, luck, economics, loyalty, and a remarkably simple business plan.

“The craziest thing about MoonPies,” Magee says, “is that they’ve never done any advertising. It’s a totally customer-driven demand.”

In fact, it all started with a customer’s demand. Back in 1917, a bakery rep named Earl Mitchell was in the mining area of eastern Kentucky, unable to get his products placed in stores. So he went to the miners and posed a question: “What do y’all want?” They said they wanted something filling and portable. “How big?” A miner framed the moon with his hands and said, “This big!” Back at the plant, Mitchell noticed workers dipping graham crackers in marshmallow, then laying them out in the sun to dry. He covered them in chocolate, and a sweet-toothed monster was born.

The MoonPie’s growth, as well as its famous and completely accidental marriage with RC Cola, resulted from filling a physical and economic need: Throughout the rural South, both items were the biggest, sweetest thing you could get for a nickel. (The two companies have never worked together on this idea, Magee says.) Over the years, Chattanooga Bakery stopped making anything else, and they still only make three flavors of MoonPie: vanilla, chocolate, and banana, with the occasional seasonal treat like orange for Halloween.

“The thing about MoonPies is they are still owned by the same family, which is incredibly rare,” Magee says. “Their CEO tells me he gets dozens of calls a month from people wanting to buy the company. They don’t sell because they’re making a living off of it and because this snack, as we know it, that so many people love, would be gone if it gets bought up by some big conglomerate. Their philosophy is to underpromote and overdeliver. All they’ve focused on is making it and getting it on the shelves.”

There have been challenges along the way, one of which resulted from what may be the perfect Southern business story. It seems that Sam Walton was fond of attending Wal-Mart grand openings, and one day in the 1980s he was at a store in Alabama. He asked an employee what problems they were faced with, and she said, “We can’t get MoonPies.” This was on a Friday afternoon. Sam called the bakery, and Sunday morning a rep was on his way to Bentonville with a selection of MoonPies. By Monday, the “mini” MoonPie was a “Sam’s Choice” at the world’s largest retailer, with Sam himself going to stores to make sure the displays were done right.

But the story doesn’t end there. Chattanooga Bakery had made the mini MoonPie just for Sam, and they didn’t have the machinery to handle the new item. They’ve only got one assembly line, and all their machines are custom-built; they are, after all, the only people in the world making the things. So when that line goes down, troubles arise. But they figured it out, and the mini is now a surging item at big discount stores.

Another problem was solved right here in Memphis. For years, the MoonPie was stuck at that nickel price, and when vending machines came along in the 1960s, the company needed to take advantage to fetch a higher price. Again, the answer was simple, and it came from a Memphis rep: Make it a double-decker! Again, the machines had to be retooled, and again, the MoonPie prevailed.

To date, the company has sold four billion MoonPies, most of them in what Magee calls “the MoonPie Belt”: Tennessee, North Carolina, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia. It’s positioned, Magee says, as a between-meals, “mom-friendly” snack.

“I think it’s a combination of memory — like people getting their first MoonPie from a grandparent and getting that nostalgic, country-store feeling — and that it’s filling and tasty,” Magee says. “They’re not makin’ a million a day if it doesn’t taste good.”

You can read an excerpt from MoonPie: Biography of an Out-of-This-World Snack on MemphisFlyer.com.

Booksigning by David Magee

9 a.m., Saturday, October 14th

Southern Festival of Books

Memphis Cook Convention Center

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