Strangely enough, however, most of the hoped-for audience at this performance of hers about a week ago outside London's South Bank Centre seem merely to glance at the lady, and walk on by.
Perhaps, like us, they have heard the message delivered by her and her handmaidens so often before that it's grown stale.
Or perhaps, like us, they recognise balderdash and baloney even when delivered in even louder and more histrionic tones than usual.
There's a reason for the discomfiture on the faces of star performer and attendants, and that redoubling of the thespian's art. If you listen at about 0:54 you will probably guess who's arrived to heckle.
If you fast forward to about 11:54 you will know for sure.
Well done that man!
More of Mr Hoffman next time, please Alex.