Interesting that he glancingly quotes from Pauline Kael's review in support of his thesis that this is a great, great film. But didn't her review savage the film (excepting only Streisand's vitality)?
Did the film's Irene Molloy sing her own songs? She certainly looked pretty. But there was very little intimate chemistry between her and Hackl, I thought. And that leaves an empty hole in the film, for me.