Toralv Maurstad sings and dogs bark on the mountaintops of Austria. O.K., this takes place in Norway, but dogs feel the pain from thousands of miles away. Poor Florence Henderson, just settling into the role of Carol Brady, and a sweetheart of the world of Rodgers and Hammerstein, having churned butter in "Oklahoma!", made curtains out of drapes in "The Sound of Music" and washed that man right out of her hair in "South Pacific". Her promising attempt to become the next Julie Andrews or Shirley Jones ended here, mainly because movie musicals in most cases were bombing, this one quickly dismissed and driving its small audiences to near deafness.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing here, the alleged biography of Edward Grieg, and one where a hangover is preferable. The songs are among the mist wretched that I have ever heard in a movie musical, especially in such a cynical era as the early 1970's. Toocmany nature shots show what was on the cameraman's eye, and I wonder if producer/director Andrew Stone was looking for a tax write-off after seeing "The Producers".
Cameos by Robert Morley and Edward G.Robinson added a little bit of curiosity, and Florence tries her best to rise above the material. It's overly long (complete with intermission) and consistently dull. There's nothing to put this in the category of camp, leaving me to prefer to revisit the musical version of "Lost Horizon" than to ever subject myself or my neighbors who happen to hear it of ever enduring this again.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing here, the alleged biography of Edward Grieg, and one where a hangover is preferable. The songs are among the mist wretched that I have ever heard in a movie musical, especially in such a cynical era as the early 1970's. Toocmany nature shots show what was on the cameraman's eye, and I wonder if producer/director Andrew Stone was looking for a tax write-off after seeing "The Producers".
Cameos by Robert Morley and Edward G.Robinson added a little bit of curiosity, and Florence tries her best to rise above the material. It's overly long (complete with intermission) and consistently dull. There's nothing to put this in the category of camp, leaving me to prefer to revisit the musical version of "Lost Horizon" than to ever subject myself or my neighbors who happen to hear it of ever enduring this again.