Ruth Dudley Edwards: Bardot's Russian to copy jumbo Gerard
The antics of two erstwhile sex symbols have turned France into a laughing stock
I SAW Gerard Depardieu in action in The Life of Pi the other week, playing an enormous, loud, boorish, vicious and possibly cannibalistic ship's cook.
When I last saw him on the screen, in 1990 in Green Card, he was normal-sized and positively fanciable. Since then his love of food and his habitual intake of five bottles of wine a day has taken its toll. (Remember when he was refused access to the lavatory on an aircraft bound for Dublin and used the floor instead? "I'm not a monster, I'm just a man who wants to pee," he memorably explained.)
So he hasn't aged well (he's 64), though perhaps not as badly as Brigitte Bardot, who used to be unutterably gorgeous and sexy but in old age, 78, is bloated, ugly and cross. Her ultra-right politics are racist and her admirable devotion to animals seems to have morphed into lunacy.