TV Article Bride of the Wind By Owen Gleiberman Owen Gleiberman Owen Gleiberman is the former film critic at Entertainment Weekly. He left EW in 2014. EW's editorial guidelines Published on June 22, 2001 04:00AM EDT Is a dreary and inept soap opera any more tolerable when it pretends to peer into the private biographies of famous artistic figures? In Bride of the Wind, a sodden ”feminist” vulgarization of the life of Alma Schindler, we follow Alma (Sarah Wynter), a young and pretty nobody, as she seduces and weds the middle-aged Gustav Mahler (Jonathyn Pryce), who is already a controversial conductor-composer staking his claim to greatness in turn-of-the-century Vienna. The film skitters through their marriage like a flip book with every third page missing, and then, with even less coherence, it sketches in Alma’s dalliances with a handful of follow-up mentors, notably the mad-hatter expressionist Oskar Kokoschka (Vincent Perez). The claim is made throughout for Alma as her own woman — she’s a composer, too, damn it! — yet the character we see is defined almost entirely in relation to her stick-figure artist lovers. Wynter, her lips parted, suggests Cate Blanchett locked in a freeze-frame of Imploring Sensitivity, and the miscast Pryce plays Mahler as squishy and self-pitying, without a hint of the composer’s soulful rectitude.