Florence Foster Jenkins Plays West Portal

I had to see this film to try to understand how she failed to hear herself and why no one helped her hear--or got her to stop.  So even though I had more "necessary" things to do (if you ask a sane person like, perhaps, my walking partner-to-be on the Camino), I walked to West Portal and saw it.

I didn't really understand much better, but they definitely portrayed her husband as a man who loved her.  Why?  For her sweetness?  For her illusion?

Do some people feel that they have to help people guard their illusions?

If anyone can manage to believe their dream of themself is coming true, let's help them.  (Notice how I deliberately use themself for the vague anybody, singular.)

Was letting her know the truth about her singing as cruel as shining the lamp on Blanche Dubois?

We know who had more money!

But I didn't get the impression that he loved her only for providing the life he wanted to live, and what kind of life was that anyway--constantly trying to hide the truth that her singing was an abomination from the person singing abominably?.

She didn't support him when he suggested that he perform too.

I missed the servant in  Marguerite.

But there were good points about this.

"People can say that I couldn't sing, but they can't say I didn't sing."