You can tell Michael (Sucsy) he ought to be canonized as far as I'm concerned. See, like Edie, it can be said that I "only care about three thigns, the Catholic church, swimming and dancing.". Michael Sucsy has done an absolutely superb job, heaven on earth, no less of brining the sacred Edies to the narrative screen.
In the words of Big Edie, "Everything is good that you didn't do. But at the time, you didn't want it. You can't go around saying, 'sure I feel gorgeous right now.', because everyone thinks and feels differently, don't they."
And because of that, I shall have no regrets. I finally feel like the missing piece of my relationship with the Edies is bringing closure. The documentary is the historical corrective account and the first record but Michael Sucy's adaptation will dance the Edies in mainstream culture and live into eternity. They'll go together like birds of feather, two peas in a pod, tea for two, two for two. And I loathe Marlene Dietrich, says Edie.