First,
the good news: This Kris Kristofferson-Barbra Streisand version of the
oft-remade showbiz tale about a rising star’s doomed involvement with a veteran
celebrity is not as bad as its reputation would suggest. Considering the
vicious criticism the picture has received over the years, one might expect an
outright disaster. Instead, A Star Is
Born contains some credible dramatic elements, and the production values
are terrific. As for the acting, it’s quite good—after a fashion. The main
problem, which infects every aspect of the picture, is that viewers are asked
to believe Barbra Streisand could have become a rock star in the mid-’70s.
Considering that Streisand was a show-tune belter who incidentally dabbled in
pop music, her casting creates fundamental believability problems. After all,
the biggest song the movie generated was “Evergreen,” a ballad so gentle it
could have been recorded by the Carpenters. A further complication is
Streisand’s legendary vanity—the degree to which the movie contorts itself in
order to showcase her looks is absurd. For instance, the number of Streisand’s
costume changes seems even more comically excessive than it might have
otherwise given the presence of a unique screen credit during the closing
crawl: “Miss Streisand’s Clothes From Her Closet.” Oy.
Anyway, Streisand plays
Esther Hoffman, a singer-songwriter stuck working in small clubs until she
meets John Norman Howard (Kristofferson), a darkly handsome rock star. (Never
mind that Kristofferson found most of his real-life musical success on the
country charts.) Howard mentors Hoffman until she becomes a bigger star than he
ever was, at which point Howard determines that he must disappear—in every way
possible—so as not to impede his apprentice’s ascent. Woven into this
melodrama, naturally, is a love story between the musicians.
Director Frank
Pierson, who by this point in his career was a top screenwriter with such
movies as Cool Hand Luke (1967) and Dog Day Afternoon (1975) to his credit,
made a major professional leap with this project; before directing A Star Is Born, he’d mostly helmed TV
episodes and low-budget features. Considering that poor Pierson must have
gotten diva demands in stereo—beyond Streisand’s micromanagement, Pierson had
to deal with hairdresser-turned-producer Jon Peters, who happened to be
sleeping with Streisand at the time the movie was made—the fact that A Star Is Born moves along fairly well
is a testament to Pierson’s innate storytelling abilities. Yes, the flick is
overwrought and sudsy, but in some sequences—particularly Kristofferson’s final
moments—Pierson renders solid drama about life under the media microscope. The
picture also benefits from vibrant supporting turns by performers including
Gary Busey and actor/director Paul Mazursky. Does A Star Is Born need to be 140 minutes? Not hardly. But is the
picture worthwhile? Yes, especially for Pierson’s close attention to emotional
detail and for Kristofferson’s charismatic performance. Plus, it must be said,
Babs looks (and sounds) great.
A Star Is Born: FUNKY
3 comments:
I haven't seen it in thirty years but your description and evaluation fit my memory exactly. I also remember liking Kristofferson' s stage songs.
Peter, you killed it on this one. Spot on!! Especially the comment about it not being as bad as it's reputation. I actually once saw this listed in a book called the worst movies of all-time and was really shocked at it's inclusion. I have it in my collection and watch it once every couple of years or so. I saw it when it first came out in the theaters (at age 14)so I have a little bit of an emotional attachment to it. Yes, the picture suffers badly from over-blown Streisand-o-rama. It's saving grace is actually Kris Kristofferson who I thought was excellently cast and perfect for the washed-up, burnt out rocker. Thank God they didn't cast their original choice....Elvis Presley.
Just watched this for the first time ever, even though I was 9 when it first came out. Holy cow. Bad. Really, really bad. I think the most unbelievable moment is the guy -- the adult guy -- who, holding up a blaring push-button cassette player, in 1976, years after the device's introduction to society, yells at Streisand if she "has any idea how to turn this thing off?" I'm no audio engineer, idiot, but you know that button you just pressed labeled PLAY? Try pushing the one next to it marked STOP.
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