Family members know that I leave the room during ultra-violent movie scenes. Ditto torture. While I had read that Brosnan’s singing was not the high point of the film, I was not prepared for the depth and breadth of badness.
Having been a fan since Remington Steele days, I was willing to throw him some slack. But after enduring his first number, I did indeed leave and put up the supper dishes and leftovers, and wiped down counters, etc. during the second. Little did I know he was to be brought back again and again.
And to think that Meryl Streep gazed upon him with adoration during his singing. Such a great actress.
If you missed the movie, you can catch my drift during the first minutes of this video.