I know that there are quite a few people who reviewed here who really enjoyed this movie, and Doris Day's performance. Unfortunately, I am not one of them.
I was a child when I saw this movie when it came out (I was about 6), and I vividly remember the outcome, so obviously it made an impression on me. But Doris Day's character has to be the most irritating damsel in distress of all time. Anytime anything happens (shadow, stray noise, phone rings), she launches into outlandish hysterics that made me long for someone to slap her and order her to get it together. The worst was a scene where the phone rings when her husband is standing next to her. She snatches up the phone, identifies herself and thrusts the receiver into her husband's hands so he can hear her stalker. Then she stands there, hands clasped together as if pleading or praying, eyes dripping tears, shaking in terror and distress. I wanted to kill her, and I was a viewer!
She also must spend an inordinate amount of time changing her clothes, with a different outfit in every scene. The clothes are the height of fashion circa 1960, and they have not aged well, particularly a hat resembling an overturned bucket with a red flower on the front.
But a lot of people love this movie, so obviously my opinion is not universal. Plus, to be fair, even for those of us who denigrate this film, it is fun to watch in a "OMG, now what?" kind of way.
I was a child when I saw this movie when it came out (I was about 6), and I vividly remember the outcome, so obviously it made an impression on me. But Doris Day's character has to be the most irritating damsel in distress of all time. Anytime anything happens (shadow, stray noise, phone rings), she launches into outlandish hysterics that made me long for someone to slap her and order her to get it together. The worst was a scene where the phone rings when her husband is standing next to her. She snatches up the phone, identifies herself and thrusts the receiver into her husband's hands so he can hear her stalker. Then she stands there, hands clasped together as if pleading or praying, eyes dripping tears, shaking in terror and distress. I wanted to kill her, and I was a viewer!
She also must spend an inordinate amount of time changing her clothes, with a different outfit in every scene. The clothes are the height of fashion circa 1960, and they have not aged well, particularly a hat resembling an overturned bucket with a red flower on the front.
But a lot of people love this movie, so obviously my opinion is not universal. Plus, to be fair, even for those of us who denigrate this film, it is fun to watch in a "OMG, now what?" kind of way.