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Saw The Naughty Girl (French 1956) for Bastille Day yesterday. Horribly flawed and yet perfect vehicle to launch Brigitte Bardot's career. Gratuitous swim scene to show her in bikini, dream sequences to include pirate costumes, Jail house tangos, and outfits blown away in gusts of wind. Lot's of physical comedy that could have been so much funnier with some better editing, wonderfully cliched detectives, talking of the best places to get Cassoulet. Still a delight to see Bardot's opening line of "meard."
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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