Saturday, May 10, 2008


Now that Bryce Digdug is back from the Big Easy, we had a chance to compare notes on the Minnie Riperton shows at Jazzfest and Thursday night's performance at the Fox. There was a near riot in the rush ticket line that snaked along Market Street all the way down to Franklin.

Our banter got pretty heated as we shared our opinions about the two concerts but could not come to a consensus on which was the better (apparently Minnie didn't include her San Francisco curtain call, a rousing rendition of "Feelings", in New Orleans) as we sat in our seats last night at the Castro Theater. Our little tiff was soon blown away by gentle Mediterranean breezes as we enjoyed Godard's Le Mépris (Contempt). What a wonderfully wacky cast -- Brigitte Bardot, Jack Palance and Fritz Lang. Lang (who played himself a la Cecile B. Demille in Sunset Boulevard), perpetuated the myth that he fled Germany the night he was offered the role of the Third Reich's official filmographer by Goebbels. It was a bit more complex than that. However, it was fun to see him refer to Brecht as "BB".

The other BB -- la Bardot -- had plenty of bare bottomed scenes, hilariously covering it with a book while sunbathing in one scene. Perhaps more erotic were the architecture and scenery -- a shabby chic Italian country villa, a shabby deco cinema and a modern villa built on a seaside cliff in Capri with better-than-sex views.

Bardot was actually a very good actress in the film. There was certainly plenty of focus on her physical attributes ("You like zee thigh?" "Oui!" "You like zee breast?" "Oui!"), but she purposely tried to tone it down, putting on a dark wig and chatting with her mom on the phone.
Though unable to come to agreement on Minnie Riperton, Bryce and I agreed that Bardot's costar Michel Piccoli was very hot in that sexy Eurochic/trash '60s sort of way. Unlike today's male Hollywood overly buff/waxed mannequin stars, he was lean and furry in a great sort of way, having a wonderful scene wearing just his cigar and a fedora in a tub as la Bardot ranted at him. Okay, he did need just a little trimming around the edges, but he was particularly fetching on the roof of that Capri villa in a cream colored linen suit and his same fedora.
Debriefing over dinner at Le Mediterranean (detect a theme here), I nearly spat out my Merlot and had to mask my horror when Bryce said he'd never heard any of Bardot's great pop singles from the late '60s or her frequent partner in crime, Serge Gainsbourg. Contempt, indeed!

Just in case there are any other readers who are equally unacquainted, I suggest they check out the great Bardot/Gainsbourg collaboration on "Bonnie and Clyde", and Bardot's definitive "Harley Davidson" (below) where she makes Nancy Sinatra look like FLDS sister-wife #18.

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At 12:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

very good....

At 12:39 PM, Blogger jason said...

Minnie Ripperton is currently performing in my car.

Not to brag.

Alas, I wish BB would be too. I have to content myself with listening to her online.
Love her!
(though her current incarnation kind of scares me)

At 2:14 PM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Anon - Merci.

Jason - Wow! Tell her hi for me. I've not seen photos of BB in years. She must be about 74 or so by now. God bless her. That 1968 clip on the Harley looks like it was filmed at a great leather bar of that era.

At 5:49 PM, Blogger WAT said...

Bardot must've gotten way too much sun exposure back in the day because she looks terrible now.

I'm happy that she's such an animal rights activist tho.


At 9:38 PM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

WAT - Sadly, she's also now reportedly an anti-Islamic racist too.


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