The Prince of Tides
In the time-honored tradition of directors ruining good books (see Steven Spielberg and THE COLOR PURPLE), producer/director/star Barbra Streisand insults the audience’s collective intelligence with the 1991 soap opera dud, THE PRINCE OF TIDES. Based on Pat Conroy’s engrossing bestseller, Nick Nolte stars as an unemployed teacher and football coach who travels from South Carolina to Manhattan after his sister (Melinda Dillon) commits suicide. In the process of exposing his family’s buried skeletons to Savannah’s psychiatrist (Streisand), Tom heals his wounds and falls in love with the good doctor in the process.
By basically throwing out most of the characters and glossing over many of the most painful and dramatic situations in the book (much as Spielberg did), Streisand was able to feed her own already inflated ego and beef up her role in the process, turning a truly moving narrative into a third-rate love story, complete with the “Hubbell face touch” at the end of the film that she ripped off from her own THE WAY WE WERE.
Not one word of dialogue rings true and I’ve seen Lifetime movies and cable access programs with more honest emotional depth. Somewhere amid all the color-coordinated hair, nails and furniture, James Newton Howard‘s (who was a frequent writer and producer on Streisand’s albums) music finds the lush, romantic center that escapes the rest of the film.
At the beginning of the film, the camera zooms over the Carolina marshes as an oboe melody gives way to soaring strings whose three-note figure accompanies childhood reflections of the Wingo family. It’s hard to deny the beauty of the music and it’s early enough in the film so that Streisand hasn’t yet robbed us of any emotion that Howard is forced to supply since her characters cannot.
Click Track: Main Title
The love theme belongs to a song that was recorded for the soundtrack (“Places That Belong To You,” with lyrics by Alan and Marilyn Bergman) that Streisand wisely chose not to use in the film. Unfortunately, some of the contemporary cues place the music firmly in the early ’90s, but these are relatively short and don’t really detract from the overall quality of the rest of the score.
Click Track: The Hallway (Love Theme)
At nomination time, the big scandal was Streisand’s lack of an Oscar nod for Best Director. It had happened in 1983 for YENTL, but this time her fans were in an even bigger uproar, questioning (as many did in 1985 with Spielberg) how the film could get so many major nominations (including an undeserving nod for Best Picture) and not one for Babs. The bigger question is why this piece of Southern-fried dreck deserved any nominations (outside of the cinematography and score) in the first place.
I don’t think I’ve listened to Howard’s score all the way through in nearly 20 years. The music dredges up such horrifying memories of the film (that still rankle to this day), that I can’t stomach it. It’s too bad that such lovely music was wasted on such down-home drivel.