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Jeff grows up near Basin Street in New Orleans, playing his clarinet with the dock workers. He puts together a band, the Basin Street Hot-Shots, which includes a cornet player, Memphis. They struggle to get their jazz music accepted by the cafe society of the city. Betty Lou joins their band as a singer and gets Louie to show her how to do scat singing. Memphis and Jeff both fall in love with Betty Lou. Written by
Lisa Grable <email@example.com>
This film is gawd awful from first second to last second. Its purported story of the birth of the blues (jazz) in New Orleans is the worst re-write of history I've encountered and filled with racist-stereotypes to the hilt. Even Crosby can't save this mess. Yeah, he sings well, but never does he come near his best. Yeah, Mary Martin has a wonderful voice and range, but here she has none of her famed piz-zazz and charisma. Whether this is because her abundant stage charisma didn't work on film or it is the fault of the director is not ascertainable here. Jack Teagarden proves in his playing, why he is a legend, but he can't act at all. Gone is the bon homme of film clips featuring him performing with the great Luis Armstrong, who fortunately wasn't offered this "white" wash of the real origins of jazz.
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