No, not the Streisand version.
The only way to restore that would be to shred it to pieces and sprinkle it all over Malibu.
I’m talking about the 1954 Cukor-directed gem with Judy Garland at her most tremulously vulnerable and James Mason as her noble husband who marches into the ocean as she announces “I am Mrs. …”
Well, you know the rest.
The film holds up as a peek inside Hollywood glamour, with every frame gorgeously composed and aesthetically arresting.
This version is three full hours long, “the film that got away” having been rescued via digital technology.
If only someone could digitally give Judy a posthumous Oscar for it.