Since the Crown
International logo usually heralds low-budget movies that disappoint in
predictable ways, it’s worth singling out French
Quarter, which disappoints in unpredictable ways. At
first, the movie adheres to the familiar little-girl-lost style, tracking a
naïve young woman who stumbles into sex work. Then the picture makes a hard
turn into period melodrama, with nearly an hour of the 101-minute film set in
the 19th century. Nestled into the period material are subplots about a
drug-addicted lesbian, a friendship between a white piano player and his black
counterpart, and voodoo rituals. Both timelines feature auctions in
which bidders compete for the privilege of deflowering a young woman. There’s a
lot going on in French Quarter, so
even though the movie is thoroughly contrived and silly, none could accuse the
filmmakers of playing it safe.
After her father dies, Christine (Alisha
Fontaine) leaves her rural home and becomes an exotic dancer. One day, she’s
drugged by a crook who plans to auction off Christine’s virginity. Then, by way
of a hallucination or time travel or whatever, Christine becomes Trudy, the
newest arrival at a New Orleans brothel. The same crisis ensues, with Trudy’s
virginity getting put up for sale. Hope emerges in the form of a romance with
Kid Ross (Bruce Davison), the new piano player in the brothel, who also bonds
with black musician Jelly Roll (Vernel Bagneris). For reasons that defy
understanding, co-writer/director Dennis Kane takes a prismatic approach to the
story, exploring the lives of other prostitutes, some of whom have colorful
names including “Big Butt Annie,” “Coke-Eyed Laura,” and “Ice Box Josie.” Yet
Kane also makes room for lengthy stripping scenes, a Sapphic makeout session,
and the aforementioned voodoo rituals. It’s a mess,
with one scene attempting sensitive character work and the next presenting
grindhouse sleaze, so French
Quarter ultimately has little of interest for serious viewers.
Those
who savor bizarre cinema might find French
Quarter more palatable. The cast blends starlets
including Lindsay Bloom and Ann Michelle with cult-fave actors Bruce Davison
and Lance LeGault—plus Virginia Mayo, a 1940s star appearing here in grand-dame mode. It should be noted that every so often, the picture
almost gets something right, as in this hard-boiled voiceover: “If there’s one
thing I know about New Orleans, anybody who wants something real bad is gonna
get it real bad.” Incidentally, French
Quarter came out the same year as Pretty
Baby, a controversial studio picture with similar subject matter, and actor
Don Hood plays minor roles in both films.
French Quarter: FUNKY
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