What a silly, Hollywood-ized movie where Debbie Reynolds plays a real-life nun (in full make-up, no less) who once had a romance with a man (played by Chad Everett, no less) but decides that singing to an imaginary being (and wearing lipstick and mascara) is the life she prefers even though the man, now a record producer, is still carrying a torch for her. In reality, "The Singing Nun" was a big, homely lesbian who had a female lover and later took her own life -- and she never wore makeup either. The only memorable and accurate thing about this fiction is the hit song she had and I dare anyone to try and get it out of your head after hearing it. "Dominque" is playing over and over in my head as I write this and I may go insane!
Review of The Singing Nun
