As good as they all say
Lots of times people gush about things: movies, books, other people, and by the time you see/read/meet said movie/book/person you often think, "eh?" The hype was too much; it set your expectations too high.
Last night I watched, for the first time, "Sunset Boulevard." Holy frosted cupcakes, Batman! Expectations met and exceeded. Wow. I had heard what a great film, yadda yadda yadda and even though I like Billy Wilder I somehow managed to miss seeing it. Until last night when I found myself laughing hysterically because that Norma Desmond is crazy. Crazy ass crazy. So wonderfully crazy. J'adore. Truly. Plus, Edith Head did the costumes. I also love me some Edith Head. Are there any costume designers as good as the inimitable (and dead) Head? Methinks not.
So anyway, if you've got two hours and haven't seen it yet, do yourself a favor. Do Norma a favor. Watch Sunset Boulevard. Because she's ready for her close up, and you're ready for her readiness.