The 1942 Syncopation is somewhat outdated, but, aaaah, the incredible music makes this film watching and wanting for more.

Previous comments size this one up pretty well; it has jazz strengths, story weaknesses, and jazz weaknesses.

But it has jazz, so it's obviously better than movies that do not. ;-)

Somewhat surprised there have been no mentions of the film's clearly dismissive treatment of the "symphonic jazz" maestro "Ted Browning", a full-on swipe at a certain real-life caucasian bandleader with an ironic surname who profited handsomely from the music while bringing relatively little to it himself.

But set aside whether the character's model merits the derision; "Ted Browning" seems almost too close to TOD Browning, the name of the director of both Dracula and Freaks, to have been a purely coincidental choice.

That you'd essentially name the bandleader of an orchestra that was clearly depicted as sucking the life from jazz musicians after the director of a vampire movie feels like another small point in favor of this seldom-shown movie.

I suppose a script would need to be twice the length in order to smoothly bring a group of characters out of New Orleans and up the river to Chicago to parallel the development of jazz from the start of the century to World War II. So this one jumps from cliché to cliché (including some well- meaning but dated portrayals of black people) as actors meet and re-meet with a quantity of coincidence that would make Dickens shake his head. The actors sell the situations, though, under Dieterle's sure hand. (And he helps out at one point, in a short fantasy sequence, with a touch of pure old German expressionism.) Not everything is a cliché: there is a stereotype-breaking lady pianist, and there is a bitter attack on punctilious big-band jazz of the Paul Whiteman style-- a little surprising in a movie that celebrates the variety of style and interplay in black, white, southern, and urban traditions. Most of all, though, there is a soundtrack of remarkable music, including a moment that might be the most impressive tour de force by Gene Krupa ever captured on film.