Unmoved!

I seem to find myself inextricably unenthused by Jean-Luc Godard's films. Now I've only seen Breathless, his bazonkers King Lear, and todays Contempt, but each one failed to move me in any way. Contempt came very close with its shocker of an ending and the banter between Brigitte Bardot and co-star Michel Piccoli, but it again failed to inspire me.
I guess I'll just keep on trying.





Also? I found Brigitte Bardot not nearly as attractive as she's supposed to have been. I understand that she seems to exude sex out of nearly every pore, but she's not nearly the Gallic beauty I thought she would be. I thought she'd look something like this:

This is promotional art for Contempt (and perhaps the most iconic shot of Bardot), and although she wears a red towel in one--albeit very long--scene, she not once looks like she does in that picture. Misleading? Yes. Disappointing? Whatever. She's still French, blonde, and buxom. Doesn't that mean that the men will fall over her no matter what? It seems as though nobody in this film was very taken with her. Therefore proving my point that she is not the Megan Fox of 1963.