James A. Fitzpatrick sends the Technicolor cameras to the Crescent City under the supervision of Robert Carney. Then he talks about how the port handles 23 million bunches of bananas every year. As a result, the Traveltalks Orchestra does not play "Yes, We Have No Bananas."
I recognize some of the sights on view, like the Cafe Dumond, although it no longer boasts of its doughnuts. My trips to New Orleans are in search of the older sights, but Fitzpatrick and the title proclaim the city's modernity. It's not until the final seconds that he mentions the night life, which is indicated by an aerial view of the city by night.
It's an odd entry to the MGM travelogue series, which usually emphasized the beauty and entertainment value of the subject. Still, it maintains the usually dichotomy of good images and fiercely declaimed long words. The copy that plays on Turner Classic Movies is in pretty good shape.
I recognize some of the sights on view, like the Cafe Dumond, although it no longer boasts of its doughnuts. My trips to New Orleans are in search of the older sights, but Fitzpatrick and the title proclaim the city's modernity. It's not until the final seconds that he mentions the night life, which is indicated by an aerial view of the city by night.
It's an odd entry to the MGM travelogue series, which usually emphasized the beauty and entertainment value of the subject. Still, it maintains the usually dichotomy of good images and fiercely declaimed long words. The copy that plays on Turner Classic Movies is in pretty good shape.