With the death of Francoise Hardy a few days ago, I started thinking about the only film in which I ever saw her: Grand Prix. This film was first released in Cinerama, and I had to go to a special Cinerama theater to watch it that way. It was a more special experience for me than was the opening for Star Wars.
I developed a bit of a crush on Hardy, and I imagined dancing with her at parties in Monte Carlo, to bossa nova music like this piece. I had bought the music soundtrack of the film, and I played that album a lot.