New Orleans (1947)

Director:

Arthur Lubin

Writers:

Elliot Paul (story), Herbert J. Biberman (story),

Stars:

Arturo de Córdova, Dorothy Patrick, Marjorie Lord

Cast

Cast overview, first billed only:
Arturo de Córdova	...	Nick Duquesne (as Arturo De Cordova)
Dorothy Patrick	...	Miralee Smith
Marjorie Lord	...	Grace Voiselle
Irene Rich	...	Mrs. Rutledge Smith
Richard Hageman	...	Henry Ferber
Jack Lambert	...	Biff Lewis
John Alexander	...	Col. McArdle
Bert Conway	...	Tommy Lake
Joan Blair	...	Constance Vigil
Louis Armstrong and His Band	...	Original New Orleans Ragtime Band
Billie Holiday	...	Endie
Woody Herman	...	Woody Herman
Woody Herman and His Orchestra	...	Woody Herman Orchestra (as Woody Herman Orchestra)
Louis Armstrong	...	Louis Armstrong
Zutty Singleton	...	Drummer

Storyline

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Plot Keywords:

class distinction | jazz music | riverboat | arc de triomphe paris | maid | 

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Taglines:

It's the Lowdown on Wicked Old Basin Street!

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Genres:

Music | Romance

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Certificate:

Approved

Details

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

18 April 1947 (USA)

Also Known As:

A Cidade do Jazz

Filming Locations:

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

Company Credits

Production Co:

Majestic Productions Inc.

Technical Specs

Runtime:

90 min

Sound Mix:

Mono (Western Electric Recording)

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.37 : 1

Did You Know?

Connections

Edited into Billie Holiday: The Ultimate Collection (2005)

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Soundtracks

"West End Blues"
Music by Joe Oliver
Lyrics by Clarence Williams
Possibly played instrumentally or cut from the movie

User Reviews

Love this movie for what it is, not for what it could have been

"New Orleans" started out as an Orson Welles project at RKO -- a Louis Armstrong biopic with Armstrong playing himself -- and it morphed through several different incarnations (including a version by writer Valentine Davies that ultimately got filmed as "Syncopation" in 1942) before ending up with producer Jules Levey as the film we have. There's certainly a sense of might-have-been about this movie that was only accentuated in the early 1980's when an independent jazz reissue label called Legends released the surviving pre-recordings made by Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday in October 1946 for use in the film -- including a treasure trove of music that hadn't made it anywhere near the final cut -- and the idea of basing a film about the history of jazz around a set of boring white characters and reducing the African-Americans to extras in their own story is all too familiar in Hollywood's treatment of just about any story involving African-based politics or culture.

Now for the good news: within the horrible limits of the concept, the script is relatively well constructed, and Arthur Lubin's direction shows some visual imagination -- notably in the opening tracking shot through the streets of back-lot "New Orleans" before the camera enters Arturo de Cordova's cabaret/casino and discovers Louis Armstrong and his band playing "West End Blues" (inexplicably renamed "Name-Your-Poison Blues" in the film). In her autobiography "Lady Sings the Blues" Billie Holiday vividly registered her disgust at being cast as a maid, and in the scenes with Dorothy Patrick she's visibly stiff, barely able to get the servile dialogue out of her mouth -- but when she shows up at the cabaret set and gets to sing with Armstrong's band she visibly loosens up and becomes a relaxed and quite effective screen presence. My partner noted the similarities between "New Orleans" and the 1936 MGM film "San Francisco" -- both are about gamblers who own night clubs and opera singers who climb down from their pedestals to perform popular music, and the (real) closure of New Orleans' Storyville red-light district in 1917 fulfills the same climactic story function as the 1906 earthquake and fire did in "San Francisco."

The first time I saw any part of "New Orleans" was at a screening of jazz movies in 1970, at which the host presented three numbers from the film ("Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans?," "Where the Blues Were Born in New Orleans" and "Farewell to Storyville") that had been blown up from 8 mm sound prints released for home sales in France. The host said that the rest of the film had been lost, so it was quite surprising to me when I got to see the complete version twice in 1973 on an independent local TV station in the San Francisco Bay Area. Then I didn't see the film again until Kino released it on DVD, and having got over my disappointment at what it could have been, this time I could appreciate it for what it is: a flawed movie with an almost unbearably pretentious ending but still a quite entertaining film as well as a chance to see Armstrong and Holiday at the peak of their powers. (Woody Herman is hardly showcased to good effect even though he was leading perhaps the best band of his career, the "First Herd," at the time.) And I'm surprised the other commentator mentioning the greatest jazz movies left out my all-time favorite, Clint Eastwood's "Bird."