Beautiful, moving film.

This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.

The plot isn't so bad, but the pace of storytelling is too slow which makes people bored. Certain moments are so obvious and unnecessary for the main plot. I would've fast-forwarded those moments if it was an online streaming. The ending looks like implying a sequel, not sure if this movie will get one

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

First, she was Yentl. Then (in "Nuts") she was "mental". Now, in basically a secondary role, she's "gentle". She, is of course, Barbra Streisand, one of the great entertainers of the 20th Century, and in the 21st century, a living legend. Going where few women have before, Streisand turned to directing, and it wasn't enough for the men's club known as Hollywood to accept her as one of them. As a result, she's only directed three films, and this is the most critically acclaimed and least lambasted as a master class in ego.Troubled Nick Nolte (both in reel life here and in real life) gives an amazing, touching performance as a man consumed by a horrifying childhood memory. When his twin sister Melinda Dillon attempts suicide, consumed by the same memory, he must head to New York from the quiet south, meeting Dillon's psychiatrist (Babs), being flip with her at first, then warm and open as she digs in deeper. Lines are crossed as he becomes involved in her life, both with the troubled son (Jason Gould) and the emotionally distant husband (Jereon Krabbe) who resents his wife's emotional attachment to her client Dillon as well as Nolte. Showing passion with everything she gets involved in, Streisand has that same passion in her character's determination to get through to both twins, just as she did becoming the greatest star in "Funny Girl" or getting a man's education in "Yentl". As the director, she gives great detail to the structure of the script, to the moody photography and to the sweeping music. There's a stunning performance by Kate Nelligan as Nolte's mother (quite different as a young woman to whom she becomes years later) and Blythe Danner as Nolte's concerned wife. But it's Nolte whom the heart of the film revolves around, reversing the protagonist in essentially what was pushed as "a chick flick". It's a tale of reconciling one's wretched past and triumphing, and showing that in this world, we can't get through it alone.

Nick Nolte and his sister are damaged goods, but they don't know why. When the sister goes into therapy, Nolte's Tom Wingo meets the therapist played by Barbra Streisand. She is in an loveless relationship with an arrogant concert violinist husband. Wingo gets a second lease on life when he helps with the development of Streisand's son, teaching him "boy" things. The thing that keeps this going, however, is the secret that lies in the subconsciouses of the siblings. This succeeds because it is not clichéd with a pat kind of conclusion. The world is not simple and the issues here are not simple, and the solutions don't come cheaply.

Prince of them tides. Prints off hem sides. Hints of slides. This is a movie that people made. People are tall lumbering things what keep their guts inside and they cry when they are sad. Sad people. Barbra Streisand produced and directed, and I know the critics just love the sh*t out of this f*cking movie so that's a real feather in her cap. A local radio station 98.9 The Rock, is having a contest, if you know the plot of this movie, The Prints Of Thigheds, be the first caller and tell Johnny Dare or The Moppet. You will win an all season pass to Schlitterbaun!!!! Kansas City's premier water park! All employees of 98.9 The Rock and their families are ineligible to win.

This talky, convoluted piece of pop psycho babble may be barely mediocre but it's still director Sreisand's best film. The Prince of Tides has enough plot for 3 Lifetime channel movies and it's burdened with unnecessary characterizations by Jason Gould, Blythe Danner and Jerome Kerobbe to say nothing of a pointless, highly unlikely and questionable romance between Nolte's troubled Tom Wingo and his suicidal sister's shrink Dr. Lowenstein played unconvincingly by Streisand whose direction is rhythm-less, pedestrian and overwrought and in no way suggests Streisand was robbed of a Best Director nomination by a sexist Academy but rather was damned lucky that The Prince of Tides was a Best Picture nominee! As the troubled sister Melinda Dillon phones in a performance seemingly from a different film while Kate Nelligan does the best she can with a tricky part. Nolte's performance is surprisingly sensitive and believable and is the film's sole redeeming feature. By film's end all the various characters and their problems have been neatly, quickly, happily and simplistically resolved. It should have been called The Prince of Tidy.