Slightly OT, but not: As fundamentally miscast as she was, she was moment for moment brilliant, and using her bizarre modernity* in the role in some ways made us look at Madame differently. She had a world-weary rue that wasn't of Sweden, or that century; but it was decidedly about being a woman d'un age certain looking back with clear eyes. What she brought: emotional clarity without sentimentality. She cut to the core of the woman's end-of-life need to ruminate, and the sharp truthspeaking in her performance made it blisteringly honest. I'm so glad I didn't miss it.
*the definitive Stritch hair, with a bun stuck on the back. I saw her arrive at the box office, her hair set in rollers.