Tim Sutton\u2019s sophomore feature, Memphis<\/i> (2014), is neither a character study nor a city portrait. Although there\u2019s a sliver of narrative, Memphis<\/i> is more akin to a haunting visual poem \u2013 a kind of ghost story, in which the ghosts never quite become fully manifest. Yet we feel their traces in virtually every shot of this magnificent and stunning film. They are there in the rustling trees and boarded-up wooden shacks, in the distant sound of the trains, in the kinetic energy found in the black church, in the piercing reaction shots of the characters, especially the young kids, and in the tracking shots that don\u2019t so much follow the participants as anticipate their eventual presence within a shot.<\/p>\n
At the center of Memphis<\/i> is an African American musician named Willis (Willis Earl Beal). Following a shot of a kid on a bicycle making faces and muttering as if engaged in an internal dialogue, Willis appears at a TV studio. He needs to clarify whether he\u2019s appearing on radio or television. Once Willis is assured of the medium, he is asked by the white announcer whether he ever dreamed he would achieve such notoriety: producing an album and being in a film. Willis\u2019s answer is completely unexpected. He claims to be a wizard and talks about imagining his success into existence through sorcery. Willis explains: \u201cYou create a reality that you envision, you use magic and then the magic comes true, but the magic doesn\u2019t fulfill everything you thought it would fulfill.\u201d The cameraperson looks on impassively, as Willis proclaims: \u201cLife is artifice, man. Everything is all artifice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Willis\u2019s remarks, which seem to come from left field, leave the viewer unsure how to interpret his comments. Is Willis some kind of genius or a crazy person? As the film follows him, that question becomes central. Sutton eschews the kind of exposition provided by most conventional narratives. If legibility is central to Hollywood storytelling, Sutton continually undercuts it throughout Memphis<\/i>. Other characters besides Willis, such as the woman with whom he\u2019s romantically involved or his male buddy, are never identified by name. Nor are we clear about a number of relationships. There\u2019s not so much a story, as a series of incidents or situations involving mostly Willis, who seems to be suffering from a creative block as he wanders around Memphis while his life seems to be falling apart.<\/p>\n
After someone gives testimony during a church service, Willis appears at the microphone, but decides not to sing, creating a very awkward moment as the minister looks on. During a visit with his girlfriend, they get into a spat when she calls him crazy. A scene where Willis walks down the street and flaps his arms like a bird and a subsequent meeting with his record producer reinforces that possibility:<\/p>\n
WILLIS: I look at the trees. Sometimes I wish I was a tree. You ever wish you were a tree?
\nRECORD PRODUCER:\u00a0 Willis . . .
\nWILLIS: What?
\nRECORD PRODUCER:\u00a0 We need a record.
\nWILLIS: We need to be trees. (he laughs loudly) We need oxygen. The trees give us oxygen (more laughter).<\/p>\n
After the producer reacts with genuine frustration, Willis apologizes.<\/p>\n
It soon becomes clear, however, that Willis does have real talent. In the recording session that we watch, as they play \u201cFlying So Low,\u201d the guitar player suddenly stops the session to complain that Willis is not following the score. Very annoyed, he yells, \u201cWhy was that changed?\u201d Willis admits that he\u2019s probably at fault, but insists, \u201cNo, we have to be intuitive about this. I\u2019m an intuitive singer.\u201d He tells him: \u201cIt\u2019s got to be amorphous. It can\u2019t just be on the paper.\u201d Finally someone off-screen instructs the musicians, \u201cYou just gotta follow him wherever he goes.\u201d The guitar player glowers in response. The scene is reminiscent of what we see in Shirley Clarke\u2019s film on Ornette Coleman, Made in America<\/i> (1985), where Coleman continually frustrates the musicians with whom he is playing by defying musical conventions.<\/p>\n
Other films, such as Jim Jarmusch\u2019s Mystery Train<\/i> (1989) or Kentucker Audley\u2019s Open Five<\/i> (2010), have used the more well-known aspects of Memphis as a setting, but Sutton has something very different in mind. What he gives us is a view of Memphis as a landscape haunted by its legendary past. Except for a scene on Beale Street, we don\u2019t get a view of the city\u2019s landmarks, but rather its impoverished underside \u2013 as it might appear to those who live there. In one scene, the camera holds for several seconds on the face of Willis\u2019s male friend. Afterwards, as the friend plays a board game on a wobbly table, he talks about an experience in which he suddenly realized he had been knifed. Right afterwards, there is a shot of the back of a white Cadillac. The friend gets out of the passenger side and it is revealed that the man is missing a leg as he walks away from the camera on crutches.<\/p>\n
In an interview<\/a>, Sutton explains: \u201cMemphis is a place that is both cursed and blessed. It has the history of many kings but, at the same time, has grass growing up through the cracks in the sidewalk. That’s what I wanted to ruminate on and further illustrate. To explore a place that feels like a forgotten Eden, not some tourist’s idea of blues but REAL blues, a world that is mythic and being taken back by the trees and the river and the witnesses who live there.\u201d In depicting this forgotten Eden, about a third of the way through the film, the thin narrative begins to fracture. It\u2019s replaced with impressionistic images: guys talking in a seemingly deserted strip mall, shots of moving clouds and the moon at night, kids riding their mountain bikes, a row of brick houses set amidst very tall trees, and a stunning red filtered image of a young girl sitting by herself in a booth at a rolling skating rink (reminiscent of a Yang Fudong photograph), Willis sitting in the front seat of a car as the windshield wiper clears the rain, or a shot of the white Cadillac from behind as it drives through the streets at night while colorful car lights create strange, diaphanous patterns.<\/p>\n Sutton mixes together different types of narration, continually blending narrative, documentary, and avant-garde modes of filmmaking. Willis, for instance, talks directly into the camera at times, suggesting a verit\u00e9 style of filmmaking. In one noteworthy scene, he espouses his views on glory: \u201cYou find glory alone, by yourself, with nobody around. Nobody can hear you. That\u2019s where the glory is found.\u201d Yet Willis continues his tailspin, withdrawing more and more into himself, except for his one-legged friend, while the film continues to digress from the main plotline involving Willis. In one scene, the camera stays on the one-legged man as he slowly buttons his white shirt. After he walks away from his car on crutches and leaves the frame, we see a hand smash the back window with a mallet or hammer. The man returns to his car and peers at the broken window. As he drives through the streets, he looks in the rearview mirror. We watch as shards of glass fall from the broken window. The man later sits alone in the back seat of the parked car and stares at the flame of his lighter for over half a second.<\/p>\n Questions of who smashed the window or why don\u2019t matter to Sutton. In the world he\u2019s portraying, people get stabbed and cars get vandalized. His concerns are actually much more formal, as the description of the scene indicates. Toward the film\u2019s end, the director and his cinematographer, Chris Dapkins, resort to several long tracking shots that again are less concerned with story than with creating visually compelling imagery. Because the film was funded by a $200,000 grant from the Venice Biennale College program, Sutton needed to have a \u201cscriptment\u201d for it, but once he chose the eccentric artist and musician, Willis Earl Beal, for the lead role, the story was subsequently improvised and shaped around the personality of the performer. Sutton explains<\/a> his open approach on set: \u201cBut within the scenes, the people in the film had control over how they acted. I work with real people as real people; I guide them and give them hints, but within the frame it becomes very much about them.\u201d<\/p>\n In terms of Beal, the character in the film bears a resemblance to the musician in certain ways, which helps to collapse the divide between performer and role. Although the film is carefully constructed, especially through Seth Bomse\u2019s editing and various sound and image juxtapositions, Beal inhabits his character in such a natural way that the film feels more observational than scripted. There is a sense that we are watching real people rather than fictional characters. Sutton\u2019s follow-up to his superb Pavilion<\/i><\/a> (2013) is even more layered, formal, and complex. Memphis<\/i> is a poetic, visual rendition on the blues, a dazzling meditation on a deeply troubled musician in free fall and a mythic American city that has likewise seen better days.<\/p>\n Memphis<\/i> played at Venice, Sundance, Sarasota, and the Wisconsin Film Festival<\/a> (where I saw it), and most recently at the BAMcinemaFEST<\/a> in Brooklyn. 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