Small planes swooped overhead, streaming smoke as they traced the curves of her initials. All Venice got the message: Brigitte Bardot was arriving. Myopic judges might still be watching moviesincluding the U.S. entry, God's Little Acre, which none of them seemed to digbut the loth biennial international film festival already belonged to the sultry feline from France.
Next day on the Lido Brigitte turned out to roll on the beach at the photographers' commandsuntil the photographers began to scrap among themselves for vantage points. Unperturbed, Brigittt insisted that she was very happy to...