I had the honor of working on a show with Eartha and going in, I was terrified that she'd eat me alive, spit me out and have me replaced. But she was the warmest, lovliest, most articulate and caring collaborator in the world. She wouldn't have hurt anyone's feelings for the world, whether over an ill-advised costume she considered to be a schmata or a wig that didn't become her. She became the den mother of the company, adored by all, and when that curtain went up, the goods were on the stage at every single performance. She had great suggestions during the reharsal process, which you could take or leave and was never demanding. Her dressing room door was always open with treats galore, usually baked by her terrific daughter, Kitt. She was what my mother would have called "a peach." And to your point, HorseTears, a bio-pic of her compelling life story is a natural.