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Now Playing: Tom Cruise and Clone Tyrone

After many pandemic-related delays and a storm of publicity, Tom Cruise and director Christopher McQuarrie are back with Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning Pt. 1. This time, the Impossible Mission Force is sent to take down The Entity, an advanced AI that has gained sentience and is threatening humanity. How does that lead to Tom Cruise jumping a motorcycle off a frickin’ mountain? We’re about to find out.

John Boyega stars with Jamie Foxx in They Cloned Tyrone, a sci-fi action comedy which pays homage to/sends up 70s Blackspolitation films. Teyonah Parris, David Alan Grier, and Kiefer Sutherland also star. Expect multiple Tyrones. 

Hey, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny is still in theaters, and it’s still good! Harrison Ford’s victory lap as the beloved archeologist/adventurer delivers the Spielbergian action beats you crave — even if James Mangold is at the helm this time. 

While the big studios pour six-digit budgets into tent poles expecting to hit home runs, Blumhouse moneyballs the game with consistent base hits like Insidious: The Red Door, which made its $15 million budget back in two days. 

On Wednesday, July 19, at Crosstown Theater, Indie Memphis will present a selection of short films from the Odú Film Festival in Brazil, which is a production of the Black Freedom Fellowship. These shorts include “Ara” (“Time”) a ghost story from director Laryssa Machada imagining a dialogue with her grandfather, whom she posthumously discovered was gay.

“Ara”

Then on Thursday, July 20, Crosstown Arts Film Series presents John Waters’ Female Trouble, the film which introduced viewers to the immortal drag legend Divine.

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Now Playing in Memphis: Robots and Boogeymen

Optimus Prime (voiced by 81-year-old legend of the VO game Peter Cullen) is back for yet another sequel of questionable necessity, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts. This one has O.P. leading his robots in disguise in defense of the Maxmials, who are robots disguised as animals, against the Terrorcons, who are also robots in disguise, only bad. Good news: Michael Bay isn’t directing! 

 Adapted from one of the early 1970s Stephen King short stories that earned him the reputation as a master of horror, The Boogeyman stars Sophie Thatcher (of Yellowjackets fame) as a teenager whose home is invaded by a creature who hides under the bed, comes out at night, and feeds on fear. If you’re afraid of the dark, this is not the film for you. If you’re into classic horror, turn me on! 

If you’re looking for an escape from summer blockbusters, Julia Louis-Dreyfus’ new comedy with director Nicole Holofcener You Hurt My Feelings is here for you. Beth’s (Louis-Dreyfus) husband Don (Tobias Menzies) is a therapist, so you’d think he would know better than to admit he doesn’t like the new book she’s been writing. Guess not. Surely, that one little slip up can’t have life-altering consequences? Oops again! 

John Waters’ transgressive, but radically inclusive, cinema increasingly looks ahead of its time. With 1988’s Hairspray, he came the closest to the mainstream he ever would. Future talk show host Ricki Lake stars as Tracy Turnblad, a typical ’50s teenager who loves to dance. She wants to be a regular on local a local TV teen show, but first she must overcome her arch rival, Amber (Colleen Ann Fitzpatrick), and the close-minded, racist establishment. Debbie Harry, Sonny Bono, Jerry Stiller, and of course, drag legend Divine round out the cast of this fever dream of rock and roll and racial integration. On Sunday, June 11, it’s coming back for a 35th anniversary screening at several Malco theaters.

On Tuesaday at Crosstown Theater, Indie Memphis’ Microcinema series presents A Tribute to Barbara Hammer. The avant-garde filmmaker who died in 2019 was a pioneer of queer cinema, creating more than 80 films in the course of her career. The 1982 short film “Audience” shows the dynamic interaction between the artist and the viewer that was at the core of her cinema. Nitrate Kisses from 1992 was her first feature-length work, a experimental documentary about the lives of queer people living on the margins of social acceptability. Microcinema begins at 7:00 p.m.

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Let’s Do The Time Warp Drive-In With John Waters

Divine goes on a fabulous crime spree in Pink Flamingos

September’s Time Warp Drive-In honors the patron saint of bad taste, John Waters.

The first film of the evening is Water’s underrated 2000 romp Cecil B. Demented. Honey Whitlock (Melanie Griffith) is a movie star who is kidnapped by the Sprocketholes, a group of “kamakazie filmmakers” including Maggie Gyllenhaal, Mike Shannon, Alicia Witt, and Stephen Dorff as the titular demented director.

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Next is an early Johnny Depp vehicle, Cry-Baby. It’s about as fifties rock and roll, juvenile delinquent, bobby sox-y as you can get, daddy-o!

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Then, at midnight, the infamous Pink Flamingos. This is the movie that made Waters internationally infamous for leading lady Divine’s…shockingly inappropriate dietary choices. Here’s just a taste of the drag legend’s take-no-prisoners performance, where she calls in the press to watch as she gets her kill on. Don’t watch this is if you’re at work or around decent human beings.

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I have never seen the final film of the evening, Waters and Divine’s followup to their breakthrough semi-hit, Female Trouble. But I have to say that this is one of the most kick ass trailers I have ever seen.

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The show starts Saturday night at sundown at the Malco Summer Drive-In. 

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John Waters’ Rich, Warped Pageant

Is anyone having more fun than John Waters? Having spent nearly a half-century fighting against “the tyranny of good taste,” the cult filmmaker, actor, writer and artist has managed to earn fame and respect of the fully above-ground variety without losing any of his subversive sensibilities: last year, the Lincoln Center celebrated Waters’ career with a retrospective, “50 Years of John Waters: How Much Can You Take?” and he recently received a Grammy nod for the audiobook of his bestselling “hitchhiking memoir,” Carsick.

At 68, Waters’ appetite for the absurd has hardly abated. He still enjoys refracting American culture through his own funhouse mirror. For example, in his latest solo art exhibit, Beverly Hills John, the title piece is a photo illustration of Waters with a hideous facelift.

“I’m still interested in human behavior that I can’t understand,” Waters said during a recent phone interview from his home in Baltimore. “I’ve always been interested in people who have lives more extreme than I do.”

Waters is equal parts curious and generous about people living on the edge – even when, or maybe especially when, they’re in the middle of nowhere. “If I ever hear another elitist jerk use the term flyover people, I’ll punch him in the mouth,” Waters writes in “Carsick.” “My riders were brave and open-minded, and their down-to-earth kindness gave me new faith in how decent Americans can be.”

In his first-ever Mississippi appearance, Waters will close out the Sarah Isom Student Gender Conference this Saturday with a performance of his one-man show, “This Filthy World: Filthier and Dirtier.”

“I’m so excited to be doing this with the gender studies department,” Waters said, adding with uncharacteristic understatement, “I’m a huge feminist.”

You seem like you have a genuine appreciation for American regionalism. Do you think of Baltimore as being Southern?

Yes. I think of it as more southern than northern. I think I joked once that Baltimore is because everybody was moving to the North from the South and they ran out of gas.

Did I identify as Southern? No. I identified with Yippies, and punks, and juvenile delinquents. I didn’t identify geographically. But with Baltimore itself, I most certainly did identify. Everything I was about, in a way, was reflecting that.

Baltimore has very much changed – I don’t think Baltimore has an inferiority complex at all anymore. Not because of me. For many reasons. It’s still a city where they’re not impressed by anything. They never ask me, “What’s Johnny Depp like?” They don’t care.

You’ve never been to Mississippi before — what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Mississippi?

Freedom Fighters. I was in high school then, and I remember being so impressed with all those college kids getting on those buses and going to the South. I’ve been through the South now, and it’s radically different. It’s almost like they really have tried hard to make up for it! But then you see something like what happened last week [at University of Oklahoma] with the fraternity brothers screaming racist songs, and you think, maybe nothing has changed.

The scarier thing, I think, is a racist who’s still racist but they don’t say it out loud. They are more dangerous than the Ku Klux Klan, because they get in power…The ones who are the closet liberals—no, fake liberals—who know that it’s politically incorrect to say that stuff, but they still think it, they’re the scary ones.

The solution to all racism, I think, is travel. Because you can’t be a racist and travel. I know I’d have a hard time selling that to the courts as punishment for a hate crime—“You are sentenced to three months in Europe!” It’ll never get proven. But I know I’m right.

You’ve said that the reason you wanted to hitchhike across the country was because you’re not on social media, and this would be a good way to meet people.

I’m on my computer all day long, it’s not like I’m a luddite. I’m not on Facebook because I work 10 hours a day, and I’m not bleeding my material. I put that in a book where you have to buy it — I’m not giving away my good jokes.

And I have enough friends. I don’t want new friends. I want to be harder to reach.

You wrote in Carsick about what a challenge it was for you to decide to do something so risky, where you had to give up control. Do you think people would be surprised to learn how regimented you are in how you approach your work?

I don’t know that people would be surprised. I think in the beginning of my career they thought, yes, I took dope and lived in a trailer, which maybe I did. But they thought my movies were how I lived my life. None of us were like that at all. We were playing parts.

I don’t think, anymore, people think that. I think people generally understand me. I’m hardly a misunderstood artist who’s gonna cut off my ear. I’ve been doing this for 50 years. So, I think I am understood. Nobody gets mad at what I say anymore, no matter what I say.

I’m not mean. I don’t get busted anymore. Well, still the MPAA gave me an NC-17 rating for my last movie…so still that was a hassle, the same old thing.

What astounds me is parents now come to my shows with their angry fucking kids as a last-ditch effort to bond, and I find that very moving. I don’t know if it works.

I wouldn’t want to sit next to my mother during the show…I think it’s a very uncomfortable show to sit through with your parents. But people have changed—people are much more open about everything. But I still think it would be difficult to sit next to my mom, if she were still alive, and have her hear my whole show.

You’re a voracious reader and writer – you said in your book Role Models that “being rich is the freedom to buy any book you want without looking at the price and wondering if you could afford it.”

There’s two things I think being rich is: It’s being able to buy every book without looking at the price, and never being around assholes. And I have worked that out. I am NEVER around assholes. And that’s rich.

How did you work that last part out?

It took me years to figure out how to do that. Slowly. It’s a slow process.

But you do it by making your own rules and being successful enough that you don’t have to deal with people who want to stop you. And by choosing where you go, and doing research, and knowing how to stay in a life that is what you want.

I always wanted bohemia. But I realized a long time ago that the only way left for me is to be an insider, not an outsider anymore. Because everybody now wants to be an outsider. I’ve switched. When I was young, nobody said they wanted to be an outsider—that was a dirty word!

But today, every single person thinks they’re an outsider. So now I want to say, “I’m in power.” That’s the only perverse thing I have left.

Waters will perform his one-man show, “This Filthy World,” at the Gertrude C. Ford Center at the University of Mississippi on Saturday, March 28th at 7:00 p.m.
Tickets are free and available through the UM Box Office. Call: 662-915-7411

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Jingle Bell Rocks! at the Brooks

Let’s share a moment of holiday season realness: Your favorite Christmas song sucks. Maybe not the song itself, but there’s not a lot of artistry in the cookie-cutter recordings that surface year to year. Jingle Bell Rocks! — screening this week at the Brooks Museum of Art — is a big-hearted documentary film haunted by the ghost of Christmas music past. It features interviews with an eclectic group of artists ranging from soul legend Clarence Carter and trash filmmaker John Waters to Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips and Rev. Joseph “Run” Simmons of Run DMC. But the film’s most interesting subjects by far are a ragtag group of vinyl-obsessed music collectors who sift through tons of old Christmas LPs and 45 rpm records, searching for lost classics, irresistible oddities, and the secret history of holiday music.

Director/producer Mitchell Kezin’s drive to collect Christmas music is uncomfortably obsessive. He drips with sweat as he digs through record bins, filling up his shopping baskets, moaning because there’s so much vinyl and so little time. Kezin was raised by his mom in a single-parent home, and Nat King Cole’s “The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot” is a bittersweet relic of childhood and the place where his drive to find better holiday music begins. It ends — for the sake of his film, anyway — with tears of joy in calypso promoter Rawlston Charles’ Brooklyn recording studio.

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Kezin and Waters

Obviously, there’s one big reason to check out Jingle Bell Rocks!: The soundtrack is fantastic. It covers the waterfront from commercial hits to song poems. Choice tracks include “Christmas is Love” by James Brown, “Fat Daddy Claus” by Fat Daddy Johnson, “Long Way Around the Sea” by Low, “Merry Christmas Pretty Baby” by Jessie Mae Hemphill, and a new calypso version of “The Little Boy that Santa Claus Forgot” by the Mighty Sparrow.

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Let’s Dance: “Hairspray” at Playhouse on the Square

Playhouse on the Square’s fantastic revival of Hairspray couldn’t have been more perfectly timed. John Waters’ trashy ’60s-era love letter to big women, bigger hair, and rhythm and blues, tells the story of accidental integrationist Tracy Turnblad, a plus-sized white girl who wants every day to be “Negro Day,” on the Corny Collins Show, a Baltimore-based dance program for teenagers, similar to American Bandstand. The musical is classic Waters, but the message about being the change you want to see in the world is pure Broadway, and all too relevant in Memphis, where race continues to play such a strong role in our civic narrative. I was especially happy to catch Hairspray on the night of the Hattiloo Theatre’s grand opening party, welcoming all of Memphis out to visit the city’s first public arts institution built from the ground up to showcase African-American artists. The Hattiloo is just across the street from Playhouse and next door to Circuit and TheatreWorks in the very heart of a rapidly expanding theater and entertainment district.

After the curtain calls ended, I left Playhouse with three African-American ladies who were exuberant and trying to place Hairspray‘s trashed up cast members from other shows they’d seen at Playhouse. When they told me they were on their way to check out the Hattiloo, I told them I’d been by already and voiced my approval. And in that moment I was also reminded of the many times Ekundayo Bandele, the Hattiloo’s founding director, has been asked to explain the need for a strong black theater company in what is clearly an increasingly diverse performing arts scene. Bandele usually answered that in a majority black city like Memphis, Afrocentric content should be available to performers and audiences year-round. He could just as easily have compared the rest of Memphis to the Corny Collins Show, where improved diversity — a once-a-month “Negro Day” for Corny — says less about how far we’ve come than how far we’ve still got to go. Although it’s set in Baltimore, Hairspray is way more Memphis than the similarly themed Memphis the Musical, and the energetic musical, with fantastic choreography by Travis Bradley and Jordan Nichols, makes for a loving “welcome to the neighborhood.”

Hairspray, was a huge hit for Playhouse in 2010. The show marked the company’s artistic arrival in its new facility and could have run for another month if scheduling allowed. The fact that the current revival is already mostly sold out suggests that it’s still in demand.

Several members of the original Playhouse cast have returned, and their performances are even better this time around. Courtney Oliver is a radiant powerhouse as Tracy, the full-figured rebel who loves to shimmy to the hits and thinks segregation is dumb. Oliver lost her voice early in the run and was still hoarse on Saturday night but in good form.

Nichols returns as Tracy’s love interest Link Larkin, a would-be teen idol and featured dancer on the Corny Collins Show. Hip and confident, David Foster is a perfect fit for Collins, the Dick Clark of Baltimore, and Mike Detroit fully transforms himself into the nerdy Wilbur Turnblad. The duet Detroit’s Turnblad sings with his ample wife (a divine Ken Zimmerman in drag) is the show’s sweetest — and possibly most subversive — moment.

Napoleon Douglas and Caroline Simpson are as adorable as they are funny as Seaweed and Penny, whose blossoming interracial romance sends Kim Sanders’ female authority figure into apoplectic fits.

Tickets for the remainder of the run are scarce. If you want to dance the Madison with Tracy and the cool kids and haven’t already reserved tickets, you may be too late.

At Playhouse on the Square through July 13th.

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Outflix Summer Film Series

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Each summer, Outflix screens campy and classic films to raise money for the Outflix Film Festival to be held in September. This year’s Summer Film Series kicks off on Thursday, May 29th with a “Summer Camp” theme. Each film is $10 and screens at Malco’s Studio on the Square. Tickets may be purchased online or at the door.

* Thursday, May 29th, 7 p.m. – Wigstock
This 1995 documentary takes viewers on a trip to Wigstock, the drag music festival in New York’s East Village, which featured performances by RuPaul, Crystal Waters, Deee-Lite, and others.

* Wednesday, June 11th, 7 p.m. – Mildred Pierce
This 1945 film noir starring Joan Crawford tells the story of a long-suffering mother and her ungrateful daughter.

* Thursday, June 19th, 7 p.m. – Hairspray
This 1988 John Waters film stars Ricki Lake as Tracy Turnblad, a young woman who defies the rules of 1960s racial segregation through dance.

* Thursday, June 26th, 7 p.m. – Kinky Boots
This 2005 musical by Cyndi Lauper and Harvey Fierstein follows the story a strait-laced shoe factory owner who partners with a drag queen to save his struggling business.