Anyone miss Bing Crosby playing a priest? It's been almost fifteen years since The Bells of St. Mary's. Good news everybody, he plays a man of the cloth again in Say One for Me. In the opening scene, he and Debbie Reynolds sing the title song while preparing the church for his 2am sermon, but unfortunately she tries her best to destroy his pious image. Why is she swinging her hips and dancing suggestively to her priest? I have no idea, but later on in the movie, when she gets a job in a sleezy nightclub, he's surprised. He should have seen it coming.
Instead, he insists on literally seeing it, and he goes to see her show where she gives table dances in a swimsuit, and gives her a wonderfully disappointing glare. Then, with wonderful timing, Debbie asks him to promise not to tell everyone she's in show business, and he says, "Don't worry, you're not."
Robert Wagner is such a creep! He comes to Debbie's apartment late at night with wine and a pizza, tells her, "Wine is good for the resistance. It helps break it down," then tells her he's not hungry and they can save the pizza for breakfast. She tries to get him to leave but he says he doesn't have any cab fare; when she tries to give him some bills, he says, "I've never taken money from women, even if I've earned it. Baby, tonight's a free ride." Isn't he disgusting? If he were the last man on the planet, I'd be a bachelor. If all men in the 1960s were like him, I'd lock and bar my door-which is what she should have done! If she's stupid enough to let him into her apartment, she's stupid enough to fall for those lines.
Needless to say, I couldn't stand Say One for Me. I can't stand Debbie Reynolds's insincerity, I cant stand Robert Wagner's "cool cat" conceit, and I can't stand their ridiculously unrealistic romance. If you share my sentiments on the cast, you won't like this one either.
Instead, he insists on literally seeing it, and he goes to see her show where she gives table dances in a swimsuit, and gives her a wonderfully disappointing glare. Then, with wonderful timing, Debbie asks him to promise not to tell everyone she's in show business, and he says, "Don't worry, you're not."
Robert Wagner is such a creep! He comes to Debbie's apartment late at night with wine and a pizza, tells her, "Wine is good for the resistance. It helps break it down," then tells her he's not hungry and they can save the pizza for breakfast. She tries to get him to leave but he says he doesn't have any cab fare; when she tries to give him some bills, he says, "I've never taken money from women, even if I've earned it. Baby, tonight's a free ride." Isn't he disgusting? If he were the last man on the planet, I'd be a bachelor. If all men in the 1960s were like him, I'd lock and bar my door-which is what she should have done! If she's stupid enough to let him into her apartment, she's stupid enough to fall for those lines.
Needless to say, I couldn't stand Say One for Me. I can't stand Debbie Reynolds's insincerity, I cant stand Robert Wagner's "cool cat" conceit, and I can't stand their ridiculously unrealistic romance. If you share my sentiments on the cast, you won't like this one either.