Mr. Marshall, I’ll Be Frank. And Ryan, I’m the One Suffern

Ideally a music documentary leaves you uplifted and wanting to travel, whether that be back in time (Jimmy Carter: Rock & Roll President) or to see current performers (Shine the Light).

Jazz Fest: A New Orleans Story did neither and was, quite frankly, horrible. Frank Marshall and Ryan Suffern should have hired a writer with some soul to focus on select stories of participants and concert goers. Instead what was doled out in the hour and thirty-five minutes was a Travel Channel Ad for the Jazz Fest with distracted shots of food and MTV insta-shots of gyrating concert attendees.

If you heard the ground rumbling, it was probably BB King rolling in his grave at the thought of Katy Perry being one of the featured performers.

By Goldie

Aspiring writer who has retired from the institution of education. I've written plays, three of which have been performed both in Rochester NY and here in Sarasota FL. I also write stand up and obviously, film critique. My comment section does not work, so please email me your comments at

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