[2] A Saint She Ain't made its American debut at the Berkshire Theatre Festival in Stockbridge, Massachusetts,[2] from July 30 to August 10, 2002.
[4] It was directed by Eric Hill, choreographed by Gerry McIntyre and starred Kate Levering, P. J. Benjamin, Alyson Reed, Lovette George and Joel Blum.
[8] King's score of A Saint She Ain't has been criticized by Markland Taylor as, "a matter of hurtling from the sublime to the ridiculous," and compared to his music for Peter Nichols' wonderful "Privates on Parade.
[10] From the Evening Standard, Nicholas de Jongh said, "In borrowing from Moliere, A Saint She Ain't becomes a triumph of tongue and cheek.
"[11] The lyrics are full of puns and malapropisms, such as "Time, like Alan Ladd, is short" and "hum a ditty" for humidity, which lend to the endearing but silly qualities and also negative critiques of this Hollywood spoof.
Richard Forrest, in his What'sOnStage review wrote: "Relying heavily on the sounds of the era, Vosburgh and King's tunes are a foot-tapping blend of boogie woogie, bluesy ballads and close harmonies...
"[12] Ian Shuttleworth wrote: "Denis King's music is absolutely in the mood (pun intended) of the period and genre, and Vosburgh's book and lyrics are jam-packed with gags of the sort that they just don't make any more… Under Ned Sherrin's capable direction, the show occasionally feels either too cosy or, conversely, to be labouring too hard to make the transfer from the King's Head to a venue more than six times as big, but what matters most of all is that it is simply immense fun.
"[13] Benedict Nightingale, in his The Times review wrote: "The feeling is so ebulliently welcoming we found ourselves helplessly chortling at what we might have sniffily dismissed as Christmas-cracker silliness... Did we laugh?
In fact, it's hard to conceive how dreadful Hollywood musical spoof A Saint She Ain't has made its way across the pond from England courtesy of not one but two summer theaters that should know better: the Berkshire Theater Festival and the Westport Country Playhouse...Dick Vosburgh and Denis King's unfortunate concoction does just one thing well: It makes Dames at Sea look and sound like an imperishable masterpiece.
"[9] Taylor calls Vosburgh's script "loaded to groaning point with puns" and remarks that King's score, "rather than being sharply witty pastiche, is a series of vague approximations of its original inspirations with no personality of their own.
"[9] New York Magazine's John Simon also chimed in, specifically in regard to the show's caricatures of figures like Mae West, saying " These unsacred cows have been milked too many times to yield much that is potable, let alone palatable, however skilled the hands working the udders.