The Goodman story looks terribly contrived and schmaltzy here in enlightened 2000. Yet schmaltz was what Hollywood was all about in 1955. So Donna Reid smiles and simpers, black man Kid Ory walks unchallenged into an NBC studio (in 1937???) and you just know the movie will end with a "and they all lived happily ever after." But maybe the Hollywood of 55 wasn't that bad. There was no heavy breathing, no f-words, no bare butts but lots of superb music by now deceased masters. The ultimate test? My wife and I really enjoyed watching it! But that doesn't seem to be the reason they make movies these days.
Review of The Benny Goodman Story
