Dixie Jamboree (1944)

Load of rubbish!!

Best movie ever!

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

A clunky actioner with a handful of cool moments.

Although this is a film made on a wafer thin budget by poverty row PRC films Dixie Jamboree has a lot going for it with a cast of some fine character players. With Frances Langford singing some sadly forgettable songs and a cast that includes Fifi D'Orsay, Lionel Talbot, Frank Jenks, Almira Sessions, Eddie Quillan and topped off by Charles Butterworth and Guy Kibbee this is one not to tax the gray cells with plot but sit back and enjoy.Kibbee is the Captain Andy of the showboat Ellabelle and a regular passenger on the boat is Charles Butterworth a snake oil salesman who is sort of a sponsor of the showboat, he gets commercials in for his product during the show. Langford sings for her supper and she's Kibbee's niece and Sessions is her aunt. Eddie Quillan is a sometime trumpet player and full time romantic.Talbot and Jenks are on the lam they pay Kibbee some big bucks for passage to New Orleans. But soon see possibilities in using the showboat for their own nefarious schemes. Then the fun begins.Dixie Jamboree is hardly Showboat, not one song comes close to matching anything Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein,II wrote for that immortal show. But these are players with real personalities that make films stand out.And how often does Eddie Quillan get the girl?

For fans of Frances Langford (like me), this little movie is a real treat. Admittedly, you've also got to put up with Eddie Quillan's way overdone performance as a hexed trumpet player, plus Frank Jenks's hammy, over-expressive rendition as chief offsider for the super-smooth lead gangster, a bad egg played by Lyle Talbot. Talbot is good, but the rest of the cast, featuring Guy Kibbee, Charles Butterworth and Fifi d'Orsay – plus Frances L. of course – is great. Even Christy Cabanne's direction is smart enough and winning enough to cover most of the holes in the paper-thin script. Six songs by Michael Breen and Sam Neumann are on the track, four of them enjoyably rendered by Langford, and one by Fifi d'Orsay. Grapevine's very good quality DVD also includes "The Brementown Musicians" (1935), an excellent cartoon from Ub Iwerks which is presented in its original Cinecolor, which I'm happy to say has not faded and still looks great.

I pulled this movie from the Indianapolis Library soon after the death of Frances Langford. I wanted to remember her and this was the only thing Indianapolis had easily available. Her singing is OK with incidental songs, but that does not justify the time to watch it. Another commentator said it was an hour and a half. My copy is sixty minutes or so. Maybe that's for the better. The whole thing is a bit too stereotyped. The concept of the crooks is a bit much. Kibbee and Butterworth do the thing they do rather well. If you are a fan of those two, then it might be worth while seeing them in one of there last works.

If you like to watch old movies devoid of acclaimed actors, directors and studios and judge for yourself if it is a good movie, avoid this one. I watched it solely to see old depictions of Mississippi riverboat people, both blacks and whites, but these were hardly the most offensive. Louise Beevers as Opal, the maid (of course), had minimal decent dialogue as a woman and a person, and Gloria Jetters as Azella, a small black child, delivered more than would have been expected from a child back then who wasn't Shirley Temple or Natalie Wood. There is even an enjoyable spiritual sung by the fiery black reverend (even tho the character is named in the film, the actor goes uncredited) on the docks with other black singers. Delightful to see as black portrayals can get extremely rare in most films and historically compelling as well. More offensive were the mobsters (tired cliches from Lyle Talbot) and the French songstress, Yvette, played by Fifi Dorsay, who comes across like she is every man's desire. But the clinchers are the two uncredited Native American indians, no doubt really Anglo performers of some kind, who say virtually nothing and this was probably to their advantage, being deprived of any 'ugh' and 'how' phrases. The characters are named Double and Nothing (introduced as "Double or Nothing") and play the drums to the fledgling trumpeter played by Eddie Quillan. In one scene they are being released from jail and one of the Natives hands the officer a message that reads 'Merci Bien'. The officer quips that it must be in Indian as he apparently cannot read it. Ba-dum-bump! Frances Langford was the only performer I was really familiar with, so I expected this to be a vehicle for her. In fact it seems to be a launching pad for Quillan, totally uninteresting as trumpet player Jeff Calhoun. He is supposed to get 'the tickle', the inspiration to play mesmerizing, captivating music at such times. Quillan is almost frightening at these moments as he raises his eyebrows, bulges his eyes and tosses his big dark eyes back and forth. Not an inviting portrayal and Harry James had nothing to worry about.Thankfully it is only an hour and a half long. Still not worth the time. The 'plot' involved the gangsters thinking the miracle elixir sold on the riverboat was a whiskey running operation and Langford acting jealous of Dorsay and Quillan constantly apologizing for playing at inopportune times on his trumpet. Comedy relief characters like the Professor played by Charles Butterworth and the ditzy Captain's wife played by Elmira Sessions get on my nerves more than racial or ethnic characters.