And Mlle. Minnelli sung a duet with Charles Aznavour, n'est-ce pas?
A tasty treat. Although the set looks like a craft store backroom, you know kabuki does not judge.
She is enchanting. Perhaps just a shade twee, and perhaps more than a shade over-conscious of her pronunciation (although that improves over even this short song). But even here, so fresh, so young, one sees the pitfalls in the voice that all the years and decades of bad living only made that much more so. She is, always, the very embodiment of Sontag's great dictum: "Camp is a tender feeling."
At some point in her youth she must have thought "Yes, my mother is Judy Garland, but you know what? I can do this." And so she did.
Didn't she just? Jx