Casual moviegoers who know Doris Day only from the early 1960s comedies she did with Rock Hudson (Pillow Talk, Lover Come Back) or James Garner (The Thrill of It All, Move Over, Darling) would have enough reasons to love her right there. Day—who was born Doris Mary Ann Kappelhoff in Cincinnati, and who died May 13 at age 97—was delightful in those pictures, a sunny, carbonated presence whose understated carnality was always just bubbling under the surface. She was never crude or over-the-top or even, really, suggestive; she was just sexy. Part of it was her speaking voice, ambrosial and bell-like but also a little musky, like a mysterious elixir viewed through amber-colored glass. Her singing voice was all that and more. Her gift for phrasing suggests that she treated each song as a fresh adventure: Her version of Irving Berlin’s “I Got the Sun in the Morning” is a
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