After Brigitte Bardot’s death in December, the editorial in Paris-Match was desolate: the country had lost ‘its wife, its daughter, its mother, its confidante … its conscience, its Marianne’; French cinema had ‘faded’, no one would again embody ‘liberty and beauty’ as she had; ‘tears will flow.’ Bardot was one of France’s...
Since her death, much of what was said by and about Brigitte Bardot feels even less trustworthy than it was in her lifetime. In her early career she was surrounded by ‘a tremendous cloud of ballyhoo’, as Simone de Beauvoir wrote. Over time, the legend became more ductile and the facts harder to pin down.