Most everything and everyone surrounding Doris Day in this spunky, colorful 1953 western musical is topnotch. This entry recalls a brief period of time in the lives of American folk heroes Martha Jane ("Calamity Jane") Canary (1852-1903) and James Butler ("Wild Bill") Hickok (1837-1876).
The supporting cast is quite good. Though feeling his role was given short shrift, Howard Keel couldn't be a better musical "Wild Bill" with his robust presence and gorgeous, booming baritone. He's matched all the way by attractive Allyn (Ann) McLerie as spirited dance hall gal Katie Brown. She demonstrated her singing and acting versatility the year before as Amy opposite Ray Bolger in Where's Charley? And, in retrospect, deserved more recognition in musical films.
The songs too by Sammy Fain and Paul Francis Webster are fun and infectious, especially the sprightly duet by Day and McLerie called "A Woman's Touch," Keel's "Higher Than a Hawk," and Day's soaring Oscar-winning ballad "My Secret Love."
On the downside, musical theatre presentations are notorious for taking huge "feel good" liberties when it comes to biopics. James O'Hanlon's fairy tale script is almost embarrassing in its amount of fiction. What is unfolded is a pretentious, rosy relationship between the famous female explorer, scout and sharpshooter and the man who was part lawman, gunslinger, gambler and showman. As butch as they came back then and a one-time prostitute, Jane was married twice with at least a couple of children whose fathers were unknown. Jane claimed in her auto-bio that she divorced Hickok so he could marry another woman. This was never authenticated and is highly unlikely. Although Jane and the already married Bill did travel together to Deadwood, South Dakota, it was only because they happened to be in the same wagon train. They arrived in Deadwood in July of 1976. Only a couple of weeks later, Hickok was shot to death by Jack McCall over a poker game squabble! McCall was hung a year later for his crime.
The major problem of Calamity Jane rests on Day. I am a true fan, but this performance is a complete misfire. First of all - her appearance. I'm sure the real Calamity Jane, rugged and mannish as she was, would be highly flattered that beautiful, fresh-as-a-daffodil Day would play her. This could be forgiven but even more problematic is Day's superficial interpretation of the legend.
I had the same complaint with Doris as I did with the Betty Hutton when she played Annie Oakley in MGM's Annie Get Your Gun a few years earlier. Day is not only highly grating, but waaaaaaaay over the top playing the tomboy side of "Calam." Better when portraying her character's softer, feminine side, it's like watching a Jekyll/Hyde performance in both speech and style. Throughout the entire film, Day displays a split personality - one minute she's a rootin' tootin' fella cowgirl yelling like she's starring in a terrible community theatre production of Oklahoma, and the next she is a refined, weepy-eyed ingenue without a trace of a country slang. Her on-and-off light switch is maddening. Debbie Reynolds was much more successful in pulling often this kind of character as the untamed rustic "Unsinkable Molly Brown" years later.
Doris Day can do no wrong when singing, but it's not enough to compensate for this erratic, irritating portrayal. I may be in the minority after catching a host of IMDb's user reviews, but I'm stickin' to my guns on this.
The supporting cast is quite good. Though feeling his role was given short shrift, Howard Keel couldn't be a better musical "Wild Bill" with his robust presence and gorgeous, booming baritone. He's matched all the way by attractive Allyn (Ann) McLerie as spirited dance hall gal Katie Brown. She demonstrated her singing and acting versatility the year before as Amy opposite Ray Bolger in Where's Charley? And, in retrospect, deserved more recognition in musical films.
The songs too by Sammy Fain and Paul Francis Webster are fun and infectious, especially the sprightly duet by Day and McLerie called "A Woman's Touch," Keel's "Higher Than a Hawk," and Day's soaring Oscar-winning ballad "My Secret Love."
On the downside, musical theatre presentations are notorious for taking huge "feel good" liberties when it comes to biopics. James O'Hanlon's fairy tale script is almost embarrassing in its amount of fiction. What is unfolded is a pretentious, rosy relationship between the famous female explorer, scout and sharpshooter and the man who was part lawman, gunslinger, gambler and showman. As butch as they came back then and a one-time prostitute, Jane was married twice with at least a couple of children whose fathers were unknown. Jane claimed in her auto-bio that she divorced Hickok so he could marry another woman. This was never authenticated and is highly unlikely. Although Jane and the already married Bill did travel together to Deadwood, South Dakota, it was only because they happened to be in the same wagon train. They arrived in Deadwood in July of 1976. Only a couple of weeks later, Hickok was shot to death by Jack McCall over a poker game squabble! McCall was hung a year later for his crime.
The major problem of Calamity Jane rests on Day. I am a true fan, but this performance is a complete misfire. First of all - her appearance. I'm sure the real Calamity Jane, rugged and mannish as she was, would be highly flattered that beautiful, fresh-as-a-daffodil Day would play her. This could be forgiven but even more problematic is Day's superficial interpretation of the legend.
I had the same complaint with Doris as I did with the Betty Hutton when she played Annie Oakley in MGM's Annie Get Your Gun a few years earlier. Day is not only highly grating, but waaaaaaaay over the top playing the tomboy side of "Calam." Better when portraying her character's softer, feminine side, it's like watching a Jekyll/Hyde performance in both speech and style. Throughout the entire film, Day displays a split personality - one minute she's a rootin' tootin' fella cowgirl yelling like she's starring in a terrible community theatre production of Oklahoma, and the next she is a refined, weepy-eyed ingenue without a trace of a country slang. Her on-and-off light switch is maddening. Debbie Reynolds was much more successful in pulling often this kind of character as the untamed rustic "Unsinkable Molly Brown" years later.
Doris Day can do no wrong when singing, but it's not enough to compensate for this erratic, irritating portrayal. I may be in the minority after catching a host of IMDb's user reviews, but I'm stickin' to my guns on this.
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