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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