Jesus Christ! I would crawl over the mountains of Beverly Hills on my hands and knees if I could do a movie with Doris Day!
When I had been a film critic for ten minutes, I treated Doris Day as a target for cheap shots. I have learned enough to say today that the woman was remarkably gifted.
But me and my sister knew all the Doris Day and Frank Sinatra songs, too.
I'm always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I'm stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.
I've been around so long, I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin.
As a dancer I couldn't outdance Ginger Rogers or Eleanor Powell. As a singer I'm no rival to Doris Day. As an actress I don't take myself seriously. . . I'm the girl the truck drivers love.
I have a friend named Doris who argues, on good authority, that the single biggest cause of global warming is menopause.
I loved all those Doris Day visuals of her being a tomboy and then changing into this gorgeous girl in a ballgown.
We demand that the government of Canada force Stockwell Day to change his first name to Doris. "Why do this," you may ask? Because it'll be fun.
Christ, I'm in a Doris Day movie
Between the postwar fifties - domesticity, people happy to be alive after the Second World War, wanting to build a home, make a family, make a nest. Women were pushed back into the home after having been active in the Second World War. It was a big Doris Day moment for women, which didn't suit all women.
Doris Day was such a big movie and TV star, people overlooked her singing. The proof is in the package. She's one of the best singers there ever was.
I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin.
