Truly one of the great bad movies from the 70's. With its cornball script and awful soundtrack (I've heard supermarket muzak with more energy) it never misses an opportunity to appall. Streisand delivers her lines as if she were the only person in the room and Kristofferson just looks bored. Mind you, anyone who could actually do a passionate love scene with Babs without losing his lunch deserves not only an Oscar but a purple heart as well. Yecch!
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