"People/who need people/are the luckiest people" - how very very true. Barbra Streisand's Oscar-winning debut in Wyler's 1967 musical about musical star Fanny Brice could have come at almost any time from the previous three decades. While the 1960s swung, this spirited, good-natured but creakily old-fashioned picture lived in a different zeitgeist. It had the semi- fantasised stage musical sequences of a previous age. It suggested a Jewish identity for Fanny, but not too emphatically. It had smiling, submissive "coloured help". Streisand's attempts at being "funny" are an embarrassing kind of cleaned up Mae West schtick. But songs like Don't Rain on My Parade live triumphantly on.