I’ve had Doris Day on the brain since this past fall, when WNYC did a couple of shows about her. Nellie McKay launched a new album in tribute. My daughter recently saw “The Man Who Knew Too Much” and periodically belts “Que Sera, Sera” throughout the house. The Sunday Times now wants her to be remembered with a special Oscar; I don’t know if that would get her out of the house, but I’d love to see it.
My mom is an Aries, like Day and actually looked like a dark-haired version of her in the ’50s-’60s, which may have contributed to the fact that she played her songs and watched her movies. So did we kids, by default. Then again, mom was also a HUGE Rock Hudson fan (a frequent co-star of Day’s) so that only added to her cachet.
There was a time when Day seemed too squeaky clean for me, but that went in tandem with my individuation from mom. Somewhere in the late ’80s I started listening to her again and realized that like Rosemary Clooney, she had a humor, energy and richness of tone that was a pleasure to hear. She’s mainly known for her musical comedies, but Day could act. The sheer fact that she survived painful and abusive marriages but kept a sunny countenance is testimony to that.
Day is an Aries, and Mars is the planet linked to it. Since Mars is retrograde in Leo through March 10 (and then is in its “shadow” for some time after that), the time is ripe for the Academy to reconsider Day’s value to its history. Que sera, sera.