When I think Dietrich one word comes to mind. Terrifying. Eyebrows in the middle of her forehead. The body of a scarecrow. A voice like an ashtray. A myriad of other things that scream run for your life. And yet. There’s something transfixing? Confidence, perhaps? Whatever Marlene Dietrich is, she owns it. As a consequence, whatever Marlene wants she gets….