We watched this 70s film because we love the city of New Orleans so much, and as it turns out, the footage of the city was all that was likable about this film. The story might have been a pretty decent frivolous novel, but as a poorly made 70s-wannabe-taken-seriously movie, it was terrible. The gaudy disco make up, the clumsy regional accents, the acting, all of it together kept my face in an irritated grimace and my husband's finger on the fast forward button. Back to the New Orleans footage, that was fun. We enjoyed seeing bits of its beautiful architecture and glimpses of places we had been, all largely unchanged in thirty years. But the movie itself... Ugh. The female lead was a weak, whiny, overly made up blonde floozy version of Shelly Duvall in the Shining. The prostitute costumes were ridiculous, even for turn of the century New Orleans. That's enough, just do not waste your time.
Review of French Quarter
