Well that was painful...
It was Bainful!
I think some of the Botox used to cement her forehead slid down to her vocal cords.
Now that is soft focus. Both from the camera and from Ms. Bain's vocals.
I thought that was a song so tightly written that it would be impossible to ruin. I was wrong.
The final lines, "Please don't" and "Go away" were just what I was thinking!
I think you could get a few murder confessions out of this one if you marketed it to police precincts....
Darling, you are the Bain of my existence.
I didn't know that Barbara Bain could sing! And I still don't.
She's going all Shatner on us!
Perhaps she would have fared better if she had attempted this in its original form, as "Ne Me Quitte Pas" -- 'cause it sure doesn't sound as if English is her native tongue!
At 0:40 she goes all Lucy/Mame on us! The only thing that could have saved this would be Peter Graves lighting a fuse that led from backstage to her little cocktail table.
I'm always stunned by the hubris involved in such performances. I'll never think of Miss Bain the same after this! Not that I thought of her that much to begin with.
I feel sorry for that poor rose! Her performance AND that cheap FTD bud vase!BrianB