Elaine Stritch describes herself as an “existential problem in tights.” Her self awareness is equal only to her talent and her moxie.
For decades, my father and I have talked at great length about how much we love Elaine Stritch. Each year, we would promise ourselves that when she came around again, we’d see her live show, no matter the cost. But every time she was performing, something would come up, and we never quite got around to it. Then in April of 2013, she announced she would be at the Café Carlyle for what was to be her last run, and I was bound and determined to get us there. However, the tickets sold out immediately, and the resellers were charging upwards of $600 each, too rich for my blood by half. Again, she came and went, this time for good. We were heartbroken.
So when we discovered there was a new documentary, Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me, Dad and I were over the moon. Okay, we missed the 1-week run of it in Westchester, but it will be out on DVD soon, and then we’ll get to have our Elaine Stritch date. In the meantime, there’s this, a 2-minute piece shot during the promotional photo shoot for the documentary. It’s not much, but it will have to hold us!