In my memory this is the sexiest movie of all time. Unfortunately though memory doesn’t work like a movie. It is changing, while the movie isn't. Why do movies age so badly? I pick three records from the year “Le Mepris” came out and listen to them. 1963. “The freewheelin’ Bob Dylan”, John Coltrane's “Ballads” and “Night Beat” by Sam Cooke. Great records. Forever. Not a single note sounds dated, out of time or plain ridiculous like many of the scenes in this movie. Only one of them was as I remembered it. Brigitte Bardot lying on the rooftop of the most memorable house in the world, naked, a book on her butt. Unforgettable. The rest of the movie is like drinking sweet champagne. A different taste from another time that you can no longer appreciate, but like to keep in good memory. Memory again. Isn’t it the most fascinating feature of the human brain? It is as good as what you make of it.