I think I may have sat through Bolero back in my days of reviewing movies for my university magazine. (That’s how this still came into my possession, I’m sure).

I remember nothing about it, other than it was a piece of crap. But I am posting it here a). because it gives me a reason to share this photo of the the very lovely Bo Derek in her prime and b), because I can only imagine the creative process that resulted in this movie.

It was the brainchild of Bo’s husband, John Derek, and I can visualise him and a team of writers trying to come up with an idea for a vehicle for his wife, until one of them says “I’ve got it – what if we dress Bo up in a bo-lero hat (geddit?) and call the movie that? Eureka!”

What they came up with was utterly forgettable and tedious soft porn rubbish, “winner” of 6 Golden Raspberry awards, including Worst Picture. It was part of a steady decline of Bo’s short career after making a splash in the Dudley Moore comedy 10. Where is she now, I wonder?