Even if it were to have a supporting cast of talking mules, a hack director, no story, zero suspense, a lack of moral ambiguity, and a total absence of breathtaking scenery, any movie providing the merest glimpse of French wonder blonde Brigitte Bardot is worthy of intense study. Contempt (1963) is directed by new wave master Jean-Luc Godard, fired by the testosterone feud between clashing male leads Jack Palance, Michael Piccoli, and Fritz Lang, moves implacably along on a gut-churning plot rife with soul-wrenching conflict, captures spectacular vistas of craggy precipices plunging into the sea on the Italian island of Capri . . . and zeros in on Brigitte Bardot’s prime and naked ass.