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...Champs-Elysees, every girl had bee-stung lips and hips, and hair that could tumble into a pavilion of sex. With a kind of languorous felinity, all those women looked like the perfect tense of the verb avoir. The storied avenue might as well have been called the Rue Bardot...
Mostly, she lies around sopping up sun in a bracelet or maybe some sunglasses. And occasionally she even slips into a minuscule peekini swim suit. It's just that buff looks best on Brigitte Bardot, 29. But when a cameraman dropped in by invitation at her rented beach house near Rio, Brigitte pulled on a striped T shirt, tight and faded blue jeans and above-the-knee boots, just the getup for a tropical beach scene. And the result was practically chichi. Her two-month seclusion with Playboy-friend Bob Zagury seems to have agreed with...
Give her those good old European paparazzi any time. The Latin American version inspires sheer terror. Flying into Rio for a "rest" with her Brazilian playboy friend, Brigitte Bardot, 29, was met by 150 howling, straining newsmen who chased her clear up to his apartment. When all efforts to break in came to naught, the pack besieged the joint for four days, running their own beauty contest among the babes on Copacabana Beach and checking the trunks of all departing cars to make sure she wasn't smuggled out. Even a writ of habeas corpus failed to lift...
Love on a Pillow. On the wide screen in full color looms an eye approximately the size of a swimming pool. The next shot: gargantuan lips. The blonde hair is a veldt of tangled desires; the whited torso stands out like Gibraltar. Put them all together, they form Brigitte Bardot, back again in an epidermoid epic directed by her first husband Roger Vadim (And God Created Woman). For those who may have missed BB on earlier outings, Vadim-apparently reminiscing-offers the Grand Tour. He photographs her frontwards, backwards, sideways, closeup, long view, and from above, through what appears...
...Poor Bardot. She has seldom looked more beautiful, and between zips she delivers intimations of creditable talent. But Director Vadim displays a flair for the banal that few actresses could conquer, particularly in his final scene: windblown and fully clothed, Bardot stands rigid amid the sun-drenched ruins of a Tuscan cathedral, while Hossein makes one of those long, long walks to fling himself at her feet...