Barbra Streisand. Is. A Star Is Born. And two-shots have never been so completely arbitrary. 1976’s A Star Is Born, in which we’re asked to accept not only Streisand as a up and coming little bottle o’ moxie (I guess the Little Orphan Annie hair is supposed to symbolize her newly-hatching talent) but to also accept Kris Kristofferson as someone who’d be interested in her (I guess his willingness to undergo Kris-kross dressing at Streisand’s hand is supposed to represent his romantic patience), is what happens when you try to shoehorn a cumulonimbus ego into a reasonable budget. The only thing as epic in scope as Star’s cinematic forerunner—Judy Garland/George Cukor’s same-titled soap opera, itself a remake—is the admitted breadth of its star’s singing talent and the expansive girth of their vibratos. Otherwise, Garland and Cukor’s labor of self-love delivers the goods Streisand’s version seems strangely stripped of, all the better to take in that raw, uncut gift from above that is La Streisand. Garland and her orchestra are carefully framed in CinemaScope splendor, whereas Streisand apparently told her cinematographer (anyone who really thinks Frank Pierson directed this film wouldn’t recognize war wounds if they swelled up and fell off in their lap) to give the film a pseudo-documentary concert film feel. Garland’s backstage terror carries with it the sort of veracity only a dozen licentious back alley physicians can provide. Streisand’s modesty from the sidelines doesn’t even work as a creative conceit necessitated by the fact that the film can’t just begin with that eight-minute close-up of Esther Hoffman hitching her ‘fro from side to side and demanding her audience feel her now. Instead of knockoff Edith Head, it’s DIY ponchos made out of doormats. In an effort to make her impersonation of pre-celebrity seem real, Streisand gives maybe the most false performance of her entire film career. Her breathless delivery is meant to sound spontaneous but instead reads extremely mannered, like leftover affectations from What’s Up, Doc? Her banter with her black back-up singers, the Oreos, is frozen; they’re apparently an ice cream sandwich. Her lugubrious ad-libbed laughter and mid-bridge smooching during the one-take recording of “It’s with One More Look at You/Watch Closely Now” looks like an outtake from Daughters of Darkness
. And is there anyone else who could accompany her climactic, lip-biting mourn-cum-concert with a solitary tear accentuating her best angle? Certainly not Mariah Carey. A 140-minute exercise in onanism disguised as a mere vanity project, A Star Is Born calls into question a woman’s right to choose.
Image/Sound
Apparently this disc has been held up for awhile. The date of production listed on the back of the disc reads 2005. Whatever the hold up, it wasn’t to perfect the A/V presentation. The surround mix is solid, though some of the vocal takes sound strangely hollow and isolated. The video is rather flat and washed out, at times nearly as colorless as the film’s immortal one-sheet, an imitation of passion.
Extras
Commentary from Barbra Streisand accompanies the film, the outtakes and the costume test reel, which I trust is all anyone who’d actually buy this DVD needs.
Overall
If only the Colonel had let Elvis play Streisand’s John Norman, it might have been the camp classic that closeted (very closeted) Streisand freaks insist A Star Is Born really is.
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