I saw her sing this on Broadway in Irene, and I had seen her Las Vegas act before that. She was the essence of show biz--and anyone who knows me knows that I mean that as the most supreme of compliments.
This was probably the worst thing Arthur Laurents ever did.
From that Frank Rich review:
As director, Mr. Laurents must shoulder some of the blame for those central shortfalls, as well as for the sluggish, stop-and-go gait of the entire, nearly three-hour evening. His talky book is also not his sharpest, offering a murder puzzle that is ambitious and convoluted without being pleasurable and Hollywood repartee that for all its knowing allusions to Max Ophuls, Jo