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RIP Brigitte Bardot

Remember her saying decades ago that she was much more successful in her career than in her personal life.
 
To me, she was all about her early career, the sex kitten extraordinaire. I can't think of anyone that compares.
Agreed. I don't really give two shits what she became later in life...she was ungawdly sexy in her youth.
 
She appealed more to me when I was full of raging hormones. I looked at a ton of photos from different movies provided at her passing and wonder what I saw then that looks to me today as way way too skinny. Oddly enough what would not have piqued my highly refined sexual tastes as a young man then can still make me go “If Only” in a trip to the grocery store. Maybe it’s the high wages earned locally that acts as a good looks magnet, or the high Asian population that accounts for it. Whatever the reason, today my life is full of wonderful eye candy.

Poor Adam, think of the perfect world we would inhabit today if he had been tempted after he lost his teeth.
 
To me, she was all about her early career, the sex kitten extraordinaire. I can't think of anyone that compares.

RIP Brigette,

My coming of age at the time she was a smoking too hot to handle tamale, I willingly admit to having some pleasant dreams about her...uhhh, charming personality...yeh, that's it...uh huh. Her and...well, in those teenage years of my life the list could go on forever. And let's not even mention Marilou Henner *oops*
 
I watched the Criterion release of her most cited movie 10 years ago. I made these notes at the time:

And God Created Woman (Roger Vadim, Brigitte Bardot, 1956)
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I have the feeling I may have seen this before. Anyway, it seemed to take forever to traverse the 92 minutes of this Criterion release. Yes, Bardot was the quintessential vixen, as coquettish as can be, as sultry as a woman can be. A body to make any red-blooded man drool, a smile that would beguile a gargoyle. However, the acting was mixed. Sometimes very wooden. Bardot and the rich would-be casino owner were well cast and pulled it off.

Having to deal with the subtitles detracted from my experience, to be expected. I was hoping this would be sexy as hell, but for me it wasn't. The views you got of Bardot's body were basically fully clothed, although provocatively.

The one great classic scene is where Bardot descends the staircase from the upstairs bedroom where she is screwing her new husband. She cherry-picks the spread on the wedding banquet table while the guests stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed and she then sashays up the staircase with her bounty.

The film was directed and co-written by her new husband Roger Vadim. I remember a remark she made later in life that while she was quite successful in her career, she was not successful in her marriages. Is it any wonder when she made movies like this where she played the ultimate temptress, who felt fear but no guilt?
 
She was a little before my time even though I am an ancient 69 now. She never did much for me, but I never saw much of her in movies or anywhere really. The far right stuff is a super turn-off.
 
She was a little before my time even though I am an ancient 69 now. She never did much for me, but I never saw much of her in movies or anywhere really. The far right stuff is a super turn-off.
^^^ Her and John Cleese. I don't care what Bardot thinks/thought about anything, but, damn, John Cleese?
 
And don't forget Van Morrison.
Clapton, Van Morrison... Tennis dominant superstar Novak Djokovic was among the ultra-famous covid-19 vaccine resistors.

As David Bowie observed in his song "Fame" it "makes a man loose, hard to swallow."
 
Jack Nicklaus is another unfortunately right wing famous person. So he is going to help Trump put his stamp on the golf courses at AAB.
 
I’ve been watching videos on baking bread. I really like French bread. There is a very young, I think Chinese girl baker and I don’t know what else who dues videos on the science of bread I suspect must have a genius IQ and is also as cute as a doll. In one of her videos she mentioned that some of her viewers had attacked some of her science backed positions. Everybody on the internet it seems is an expert critic.

My theory is that there is some kind of contempt people have for people, and in particular good looking young women, who have highly evolved and deeply learned opinions. Life is just so unfair. What is all this upsetting bullshit about vaccines. I got my shots but nothing….. My body didn’t tell me it was now immune to things that could have killed me before. I mean, if you can’t feel it how do you know. I mean really, did the Egyptians know jack shit about wild yeast causing gluten formation in flour?

I mean what right does a scientifically trained mind have to express an opinion based on facts I don’t have? I demand equal rights.

I know the topic is stupid old musicians upset their livelihood is impacted by the fact that rock happenings can spread contagion but that’s just more of that theory shit. I never saw a germ go from one person to another so I reserve the right to be skeptical. My feelings are important too. What if everybody was like Moonbean and watched bread videos. The music industry would collapse and all the fools and their opinions in it would never have been noticed. I remember visiting a Guinness factory in Ireland and buying a that beer, a fresh loaf of bread and butter and experiencing the music of the spheres. Music, groups, what is any of it worth. Your own present moment is where the action is. The sun, the moon, the stars, who owns them? He who is, no? Whatever I behold it is me. You are a musical instrument and the sone is your life. Do we not seek experience out of loss? What was lost. Presence, of course that which is always there.
 
I’ve been watching videos on baking bread. I really like French bread. There is a very young, I think Chinese girl baker and I don’t know what else who dues videos on the science of bread I suspect must have a genius IQ and is also as cute as a doll. In one of her videos she mentioned that some of her viewers had attacked some of her science backed positions. Everybody on the internet it seems is an expert critic.

My theory is that there is some kind of contempt people have for people, and in particular good looking young women, who have highly evolved and deeply learned opinions. Life is just so unfair. What is all this upsetting bullshit about vaccines. I got my shots but nothing….. My body didn’t tell me it was now immune to things that could have killed me before. I mean, if you can’t feel it how do you know. I mean really, did the Egyptians know jack shit about wild yeast causing gluten formation in flour?

I mean what right does a scientifically trained mind have to express an opinion based on facts I don’t have? I demand equal rights.

I know the topic is stupid old musicians upset their livelihood is impacted by the fact that rock happenings can spread contagion but that’s just more of that theory shit. I never saw a germ go from one person to another so I reserve the right to be skeptical. My feelings are important too. What if everybody was like Moonbean and watched bread videos. The music industry would collapse and all the fools and their opinions in it would never have been noticed. I remember visiting a Guinness factory in Ireland and buying a that beer, a fresh loaf of bread and butter and experiencing the music of the spheres. Music, groups, what is any of it worth. Your own present moment is where the action is. The sun, the moon, the stars, who owns them? He who is, no? Whatever I behold it is me. You are a musical instrument and the sone is your life. Do we not seek experience out of loss? What was lost. Presence, of course that which is always there.
This thread is now about croissants. :colbert:
 
And don't forget Van Morrison.
I literally could not believe Morrison of all people. He did a whole thing on PBS about Delta Blues. Racism is a very potent drug.
 
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