If you already miss her, then you know her, and if you don’t, then you should get to know her. Both categories should watch Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me. This documentary was shot three years ago when she was 86 years old and still had a thriving theater and television career. Even if that aspect alone doesn’t interest you, you will be riveted at how someone survived that long, embraced her flaws, turned those flaws into talent and beauty, fought the limits of mortality on her spirit and accepted the day when the curtains are finally drawn. She was the last surviving dame of a golden age of entertainment. I love that she is the embodiment of contradictions: bold and scared, reverent and profane, personable and fractious. There are unexpected poignant moments when Tracy Morgan, who was recently seriously injured in a car accident, shares an intimate moment with Elaine Stritch and when James Gandolfini, who died before her, recounts their first meeting. I’m going to need to watch this documentary repeatedly. Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me is required viewing for every living human being! “Everybody’s got a sack of rocks,” but oh, what she did with them!