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It’s going to be around 50 in the City of Pittsburgh today with a mix of clouds and sunshine. The gout in my left elbow continues to dissipate (I have to consume less salt in my diet) and I should be back to doing my deep breathing and stretching exercises next week; but I won’t be back at karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy until the first Saturday night in February.
But I digress…
Well, I’m getting an early start on today’s issue of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. It’s still dark outside…
Eventually it had to happen. I’m sick and tired of silent films. I’m all silent filmed out; but I still need to watch images that tell a story as I assume my favorite position (flat on my back on the sofa with two pillows under my weary head) as I lay in the dark listening to the radio (sports, news or classical music) and think deep thoughts about life and writing. (No more televisions for me. I get so much more blogging and writing done without the distraction of a television.)
So now I watch more modern films on YouTube; and if the films are foreign films with English sub-titles even better. I don’t need to hear the film. Lately I’ve been watching the early films of Brigitte Bardot.
The film And God Created Woman released in 1957 made Brigitte Bardot an international sensation at the age of 23. In her early films she played the same kind of character: a troubled, beautiful but amoral young woman who was irresistible to men and who was also poison to them. She used sex not so much because she liked it (and she liked it very much) but she used it to get men to take care of her and to protect her. Her characters were needy to the point of self-destruction. And this dichotomy gave her work depth. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. You could just see her character slowly (but surely) destroy the lives of the men around her and sometimes even destroying herself in the process. Her characters simply couldn’t help it. She was as bewildered at what was happening as the men. She played a beautiful train wreck.
Well, I’ve seen this setup before…
Theda Bara, the silent film star, made a career out of playing the same kind of character the young Brigitte Bardot played. Brigitte Bardot was just another version of Theda Bara’s vamp (vampire).
The more things change the more they stay the same.
This is Guy Hogan reporting from Pittsburgh.
Hail to Pitt!