Debbie Reynold's performance as Molly Brown can be summed up in two words: physically painful. My family and I were watching this movie, and there were some moments we all cringed in unison it was so hard to bar. Reynolds, especially at the beginning, has the habit of screeching her songs and using awkward movements as her dancing steps. She also seems to enjoy screaming out randomly; I guess she thinks this is how people raised in the mountains act. I have fun remembering every scene and laughing at how awful it is (e.g. John's crying scene: "is he supposed to be crying or is he contorting his face?"). While Molly grows more refined, John becomes more unbearable, and also more and more resembles a fish. This movie is over the top, and not in a good way. I don't understand how Meredith, the songwriter from The Music Man, could have made the songs in The Unsinkable Molly Brown and have thought, "I really like that!"
Review of The Unsinkable Molly Brown
