I just treated myself to an hour and half of pure enjoyment. I watched the film again and if anything it's even better than I remember.
I had forgotten the relentless jigsaw of it, separated by the the uncompromising fast fades to black. I still found I couldn't breathe till Nettie got on the train, terrified she'd miss it. I still salivated over the Art Nouveau architecture of my dream New York.
I enjoyed my time there. You come, too?