Thus, the Camp sensibility is one that is alive to a double sense in which some things can be taken. But this is not the familiar split-level construction of a literal meaning, on the one hand, and a symbolic meaning, on the other. It is the difference, rather, between the thing as meaning something, anything, and the thing as pure artifice.
- Susan Sontag, Notes on Camp
Stunning in her lamé pantsuit, she's both a convincing storyteller and somehow entirely divorced from her macabre story; that the backup girls are working from sheet music only makes the whole thing that much engagingly odd. I also think that she picked up a tip or two from Miss Gloria Swanson when they worked on Airport 1975, for surely there's a touch or two of Norma Desmond here - effective, if possibly distracting.
Miss Reddy doesn't get enough credit. She had a solid pop career, a highly respectable number of hits, and even a (sadly curtailed) brief renaissance a few years ago. Wondering what was up more recently, I was sorry to learn that she's now a resident of the Motion Picture Country Home, that last resort sanctified by the memory of Norma Shearer (forever seeking her lost world as Mrs. Thalberg, Queen of the Lot). Reddy, it seems, is as lost to dreams, these days, as ever Angie Baby was, and it's not disrespectful, I think, to hope that she still has her radio by her side...