Daniel Okrent
The time has come for even the most devoted Streisand fans to pack it in. Listening to this loony exercise in self-love is kind of like overhearing two people you know having sex: you really don’t want to be there. The package is filled with creamy pictures of Streisand and husband James Brolin–including Streisand in her wedding dress, for God’s sake. The disc itself is a sequence of squishy love songs that would embarrass Lionel Richie. Hard to believe that someone who could perpetrate this once had taste. Or sense.
–By Daniel Okrent
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