She's potentially spot-on, as close to the core as Merman. Yet it's missed by a mile, the take on the role a serious miscalculation in just about every area but vocal (size, a sit-comedic edge, even the costuming is excessively fussy and TV sketch). I blame the all-too-reverential-handling-of-a-star direction (no, it's not "The divine Miss Rose"), which left this gifted triple-threat actress-singer to flounder, to recycle inappropriate shtick rather than freshly explore, to give a performance seemingly pitched to the last row of Radio City, not the camera. I find it painful, not because she's so wrong, but because of what might've been.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling