Qolbinau, I'm also a fan though my husband is not. He has, however, been dragged to a number of her concerts.

If it makes you feel better, after we left Follies last week--a musical he's only slightly familiar with, again though reluctant exposure through me--he rated it as just below Sweeney Todd as one of his favorite Sondheim musicals now. Plus, he became obsessed with Losing My Mind and was not content with any of my Follies CDs. Instead, he *had* to track down the Bernadette Peters version on YouTube. This from a man who has even less tolerance for sentimentality than I do.
I went in, after reading so much about the D.C. and Broadway versions, determined to enjoy my first full-length, live version of Follies. I didn't think Bernadette Peters' version of Follies was over-the-top crazy. (In fact, she was much less emotional than Jan Maxwell.) Perhaps I shouldn't have, but I found her fluttery, insecure, fragile Sally quite moving. I could do quite a bit of nit-picking, trying to compare this Follies to the picture in my head from Ted Chapin's book and all the various versions and video clips I've seen and heard over the years, but I have no desire to. We're never going to get the original Follies back, and I was perfectly thrilled to get such a well-acted, well-sung, and emotionally satisfying Follies. If I lived in NY I'd be seeing this as many times as I could.