BB, icon, sex kitten, the blonde who dispelled the french defeat with her wilful soul magic. The renaissance princess of her day, sprinkling glitter on the avant garde. A model, the Kate and Naomi, made records with Serge, her jewish auteur, films with Jean Luc Goddard and was on a Saturday night special. She was more than beauty; sensuous, intelligent and wilfull.The DVD marks a 60's progression as she blooms throughout the decade.
Latterly her shadow is tainted. If only BB had risen beyond tawdry politics but than again as this document shows she was also somewhat tortured. Interestingly Brigitte comes alive when listening to gypsy singers hypnotising her with their guitars as detailed in this package. It appears she wanted to escape from the beginning.
The first half of this DVD is black and white standard Saturday night TV special and it is firmly rooted in the era. It finally kicks off in 1968, when the technicolour restrictions on life were being lifted by students throwing rocks at the police.
Remarkable collaborations sprang up with Serge Gainsbourg, with whom she had an affair, finally allows her to spread her petals beyond kitsch. Serge, the son of Russian Jewish parents, a charismatic situationist provocateur, enticed Bardot into "Je T'aime" complete with orgasmic lyrics, unfortunately not on this collection but some of the other mutual offspring are on offer.
Brigitte's opus is singing bright and breathless songs about the joie de vivre. The 60's were a time of sunshine, sun kissed beaches and beautiful women displaying the new unfolding revolution. A whirl away from Black uniforms of the 1940's just a stones throw away in the past. Then after they disappeared it was retribution time coupled with austerity. Brigitte epitomised the spring thaw, although privatley she hit the rungs of despair. This DVD portrays her in the glory days, dressed to thrill in thigh boots astride a Harley. Freedom unfurls in the machine gun twirl of Bonnie and Clyde; sexual allure on the open road signalled another revolution, influencing Beatty and Dunaway as Hollywood woke from its own torpor.
It is worth the entrance fee, but remember this is the 60's. Naive charm, wooden poses with some latent sexual frission. It is not the hardcore in your face squirms of a lap dancing squiggle that emanates within contemparary culture.