Tavernier and Parrish wander around Mississippi, seemingly without any plan or idea, film more or less everything they find - good, bad or indifferent - and release it without any kind of unifying idea. All of this I could have endured if it wasn't for the fact that they don't bother to credit ANY of the Mississippi gospel and blues musicians that they filmed. I actually logged on here looking for more information on these performers, some of whom are electrifying, but as on the tape, the only names are those of the crew, who also merit lots of dull cutaways of themselves playing football, eating and variously enjoying themselves. I'm glad they did, very few others watching this film will.
Review of Mississippi Blues
