AND GOD CREATED WOMAN

And God Created Woman started something Dionysian in the American consciousness. Maybe it initiated the sexual revolution of the 1960s.; it certainly was a trigger for new ideas. Brigitte Bardot was free and natural and visually stunning. The 1950s in the U.S. were stiff and inhibited with Doris Day epitomizing lady stardom with corny parts and bellowing songs. And God…came out in 1956 and suddenly things have changed. The superstar looked stunning to Americans, in part because she was French, and the French Riviera, and sunny, free St. Tropez was an exotic place of Americano dreams…escape from the states to romantic interludes where you play on the beach all day and cha, cha, cha in the cafes by night. The brilliant blue Mediterranean was gorgeous beyond belief and the French language poetry to stodgy local farm boys. Bridgette silhouetted against a jukebox with louge guitar, rolling sandy locks and green panels, cut…Roger Vadim knew what he was doing…see the connection with Jane Fonda…see Barbarella for Bardot look-alike. Big Machito jazz band sounds against Brigette strutting up the stairs, in bed, tucked into white cotton sheets and giggling. Camera through panels coastline blue waves cascading boats on the mooring.She falls on the sand cut to docks with boats and she shoots it up for kicks, laughs and fires the pistol out the window…The Phocaeans colonized Provincia 4th century BC wanders the bedroom blue pajamas jealous lover in doorway…Juliette sleeps away cut to boats again…regular at the Cannes Film Festival, rocketed to stardom…Brigette Bardot the ultimate bikini siren, gingham becomes the rage…langorously on the beach then romance scene buttons back up the back to bed..St. Tropez king of bikini…why am I dwelling on these silly matters…watching And God Created Woman for the first time ever, behind the curves but in the shot and biography of animal rights…Will see Contempt this weekend…they`re still raving about it…shots of coastline…wonders down winding roads goin` nowhere Havas Exprinter concrete walls motorcars and cafes Coco Chanel and the bathtub revolution…Bar de Amis…Les Amis gone the Bardot of my youth? Play the café wild dance scene again with latin afro-jazz maracas, bongos cowbell jazz and Brigitte begins to move claps twist and albums on wall Juliette pulls her hair up twirls like a wild dervish the jass swings changes syncopation pulls up skirt wilder and wilder grinds the dance floor gone further and further husband jealous takes the stage legs grind wilder and wilder sweats hair flowing bongo furry she is gone caught in passion faster and faster shot fired and the moment is gone and so am I….created more jealousy then anyone thru time…