I came across an interesting response to the movie "New Orleans":
"There was once a film produced in Hollywood called 'New Orleans.' It was no better and no worse than all the other films from Hollywood involving jazz music in one way or another. In other words, it was an insult to reasonable intelligence, a slur upon the artistry of every jazz musician who ever strode from the dominant to the tonic without falling flat on his face, a lie sold to gullible audiences at two and threepence a throw. The plot has passed into merciful oblivion, where it came from in the first place, but one well-remembered detail is that the heroine was a great singer who had a ladies' maid. The great singer had a voice like an understudy at a suburban operatic society. The ladies' maid was played by Billie Holiday. The incident is humorously recounted in 'Lady Sings the Blues' [Holiday's autobiography], and ends with the comment, 'I never made another movie. And I'm in no hurry.'"