I Can't Give You Anything But Love, Baby…
After the international uproar and scandal provoked by the 1956 film And God Created Woman, Brigitte Bardot said she wished she had never been born. Now, as Bardot – “the French export as important as Renault cars” according to Charles de Gaulle – turns 75 on Monday, exhibitions at national museums and private galleries, alongside tributes at fashion weeks in Paris, London and New York, are throwing the spotlight back on to one of the last living icons of the 20th century. –Agnès Poirier, The Grauniad, Sept. 22
Personally, I always preferred the Italian ‘sex goddesses’, the Lollabridgidas, Cardinales, Lisis and Lorens: chacun à son goût, as we say in Whitechapel.
Let’s have poems on your favourite screen goddess (or god).
One of my favourites was Virna Lisi, probably best remembered as the wife Jack Lemmon is accused of murdering in How To Murder Your Wife (who can forget the scene where Lemmon persuades his witness to push the button?).
Fever High, Pulse Rapid, Condition Normal
I saw the the small mole by your lower lip
As evidence of your vulnerability: you were human.
It made me hope that I had a chance with you
Despite our differences–my schoolwork, your career;
But Italian screen goddesses weren’t sleeping
With 14 year-old boys that year.
Or any year.