She was great. During the "New York, New York" you could almost be back in her glory days.
It starts slow with a couple of throw-away songs. And if I never have to hear that Aznavour song about what makes a man a man ever again, it would be too soon.
But then the show really picks up with "My Own Best Friend" and her mother's Palace medley. The first half ends with Cabaret, which is ter-RRRRRRIF-ic, really ter-RRRRRRIF-ic.
Then there are the Kay Thompson numbers, which I was dreading, but it wasn't so bad because there were only four, and then we're back to Liza standards, which is what we came there for.
All in all, it was much, MUCH better than her recent NY appearances, and a thrill for first-time Liza fans.