25th Anniversary: Prince of Tides (1991)

by Eric Blume
Twenty five years ago, director Barbra Streisand delivered her big-screen adaptation of the Pat Conroy novel The Prince of Tides for Christmas. The film went on to win the Best Actor Golden Globe for Nick Nolte, as well as seven Oscar nominations, including Best Picture (but famously not a Best Director nod for Streisand).
Looking at the film now, The Prince of Tides feels like a remnant from a lost Hollywood genre: the mainstream, gimmick-free adult drama. Streisand’s instincts lean to the commercial, and she’s fully devoted to the film’s rather banal psychobabble that purports how one good solid cry can heal a childhood rape. The script may be as deep as a raindrop, but it has its strengths as well, and they’re strengths that align with Streisand’s own...