"That girl is made to destroy men."

Roger Vadim's And God Created Woman... is nothing if not a love letter to Brigitte Bardot. It glories in her eyes, hair, body, voice, and movement like an adoring fan. Like the men in the film, it is obsessed by her to the point of its own destruction. So fixated is it on Bardot's natural beauty and glamor that it loses track of the story it's telling. Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration: it also captures the natural beauty and glamor of the French coastal town in which it is set, and also by the stunningly eye-catching interior decor. A film with this much beauty is worth seeing for that alone, but when it's all over, it does not seem to have gotten anywhere.