#ON A CLEAR DAY BARBRA STREISAND MOVIE#
"On a Clear Day" may be the only comedy to end on the happy note that its lovers will be reunited in 2038 in, of all strange sites for reincarnation, Virginia.The movie is quite ordinary and Broadway-bland in most of its contemporary sequences. However, it also dramatizes some attractively romantic ideas about love and the mystery of the life force. In a variation on the recurring Hitchcock theme of transferral of guilt, Daisy so enchants the doctor that she manages to transfer her fantasies to him, with the result that, from time to time, he finds himself transported into her earlier incarnation.Lerner's screenplay places great emphasis on its gags: (He: "Do you like painting?" She: "I don't know-I've gotten so used to wallpaper.") It seems often shaped to meet some very awkward song cues. In the course of treatment by hypnosis, she regresses to the early 19th century when she was one of England's most successful hangers-on at the Prince Regent's court. Marc Chabot (Yves Montand), a professor of psychiatry, about a quick cure for her smoking problems.
#ON A CLEAR DAY BARBRA STREISAND FULL#
"On a Clear Day" is the first conventional musical film to open this year, the first Minnelli musical since "The Bells Are Ringing" in 1960, and the first Barbra Streisand movie to suggest-even briefly-that she is capable of playing someone other than Fannie Brice in the seven stages of woman.The film, which opened yesterday at the Loew's State I and Loew's Cine Theaters, is solidly grounded in a casting coincidence: Barbra Streisand, a performer who sometimes seems too big for movies as well as for life, portrays a girl who is so full of life that she leads a succession of lives.Daisy Gamble (Miss Streisand), a normal, average, five-pack-a-day nicotine addict, who is also gifted with E.S.P., goes to see Dr. Vincente Minnelli's "On a Clear Day You Can See Forever," the screen adaptation of the Alan Jay Lerner-Burton Lane musical play, is a movie of fits and starts, but because the fits are occasionally so lovely, and the starts somewhat more frequent than Fifth Avenue buses, I was eventually hypnotized into a state of benign though not-quite-abject permissiveness.The reasons have to do with nostalgia, and with expectation.
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