Just saw a screening of the Anita O'Day docu, formerly titled Indestructable (now called The Life of a Jazz Singer) after Anita's inarguably unlistenable last recording. With the exception of a few minutes of footage from the sessions for that unfortunate affair and the inclusion of her errononious recounting of arranger Gary McFarland's death, not nearly as bad as I'd expected.
Whether she is the "Jezebel of Jazz" might be debateable (I never even heard her called that until after her death), but in the film she clearly retains her claim to the title of, for once and all time, "The hippest chick on the block." I was especially amused by her recounting of how the idea for the legendary ensemble she wore in Jazz on a Summer's Day, came to her almost as if in a dream and was executed in what would seem to have been fiteen minutes flat. And I laughed out loud several times at Anita's patronizing ways with straight reporters querying her about heroin use. She simply can't hide her amusement over their cosmic lameness.
Made by the same party who also produced the lamented last CD, so only begrudgingly recommended.