The editing is overly brusque generally, and the sequencing, specifically, is pretty dubious in some instances. The sound design is quite imbalanced, to the point that some moments are very suddenly grating on one's ears, and almost painful. In some measure it's comforting to know that just as American pictures of the 1950s - of any genre - were often downright plagued by major ham-handedness and substantial artificiality, French cinema was not uniquely free of these traits. Indeed, no small amount of the writing, acting, and direction all serve up instances of definite kitsch, unseemly overacting, and contrivances that are almost haphazard, nearly from the very start, not to mention songs that are included mostly just to pad out the length. Save for the primary language being spoken (and, you know, a certain clause of the Hays Code) this could just as easily be mistaken for a product of Hollywood. In that regard I speak as well to a scene of police brutality that's supposed to be played for laughs, but boy howdy, it has not aged well. All this is to say nothing of somewhat mild, almost indifferent treatment of the plot and its progression for a fair bit of the length, or very poor elucidation of the passage of time; we're intended to believe that five years have passed between scenes, with nothing to meaningfully indicate the turning of the calendar except for "blink and you miss it" throwaway dialogue and the fact that the uncredited child actor who initially portrays the title character is suddenly replaced by a young Brigitte Bardot.
Moreover, there's something very sketchy about the fact that the script ages Manina to 18 so as to get around the most egregious questions of indecency, or what is or is not appropriate (though certainly not all of them, especially as the protagonist is stated to be 7 years older), while Bardot herself was only 17 when the film was released in 1952. In fairness, I didn't exactly expect much to begin with from a movie called 'Manina, la fille sans voiles,' or 'The girl in the bikini.' Nevertheless, as one tries to set all these matters aside and consider the picture on its own merits, it's not half bad. The story is nothing remarkable, but it's passable, and modestly engaging. I appreciate Michel Rocca's cinematography, even if it's sometimes rough around the edges; the filming locations are lovely. While I think the songs are unnecessarily tacked on, they're pleasant in and of themselves, and the cast are fine. Broadly speaking this is well made, if less than revelatory. And hey, sometimes that's all a picture needs to be; there's no rule that says every title has to change one's life. Yes, there are aspects of this that are questionable, and the layman can discern ready room for improvement, but I can't say this isn't duly entertaining on some level. Even if you're a huge fan of someone involved I don't think this is anything one needs to go out of their way to see, but it's something light that doesn't require significant investment as a viewer, and suitable for a lazy afternoon. Keep your expectations low and mind the faults, but 'Manina, la fille sans voiles' is softly enjoyable if you come across it, and good enough as it is.
