Bardot plays a carefree hotpot that is satisfied by the sun, the surf, the beach, the breeze,the everdayness of life.
As I was watching this movie, I fell easily into relating to the character's desires; to live life day to day, in a carefree manner, with no responsibilities, no goals, no hardships, no worries, no feelings of dread of what the next day will bring.
I have to actively remind myself that this goes hand in hand with a world where you have no grand aspirations, no creation, no contribution, no self-worth, no distinction as an individual, and maybe death by skin cancer (the movie takes place on a beach town).
Inactivity never prevails in cinema, and there must be a solid, time tested reason for this. I just hope, really really hard, that actively doing things and pushing myself will bring me the best possible life I can possibly live. It would suck if it was otherwise. I don't want to wake up one day, and find that everyone does things on a mistaken whim/assumption/brainwash-resulting thought that keeping non-human entities alive is a goal in itself.
