Before unthinkably poor politics and preparation let a storm break its levees and tar its shores, before television made it a landfill for unsolicited pity, New Orleans was an incomparable den of iniquity. In pre-Katrina mythology, the city was a place of back-alleys and brassy jazz, a hub of sweltering heat and sexual savoir faire. It was tits on toast. It is of note that Woody Allen has long been living out loud — working to thrust New Orleans and its definitive jazz back into the gutter where it belongs. The auteur's longstanding love of jazz is no secret. He borrowed his stage name from clarinetist Woody Herman, opened his... More >>>