It wasn't the boobs; though they are/were nice, they were just peripheral (like the golden band of a diamond ring ... they bring the diamond to the show and keep it there, but they're not the main attraction).
And it's definitely not her singing voice, almost as untrained as mine!
It was this: She is not perfect! Her mind is all there, her body is adequately functioning (I trust); but not at the same time.
But the world loves her ... maybe, at the height of her fame, she got caught up in 'scandal' or whatever; but I will only have good memories of her and will quickly forget anything bad.
Maybe that's good advice for Britney Spears (that maybe she's already using): go under, be the music; and when the music forces you into the spotlight, just be the music in the spotlight.
This movie provided a good lesson for everyone, a lesson I felt Dolly herself had written when she admitted it at the end: in the end, your life is yours ... the choices you make are 'made by you and no one else.'