Beauty in Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I’ve made a goal this January to watch 20 movies, whether it be at home or in theaters. Tonight’s selection was Breakfast at Tiffany’s, another film from that canon I can cross of my list, so to speak. The emotional journey Audrey Hepburn’s character, Holly Golightly, goes though is essentially “all that glitters is not gold,” and merely chasing dreams will not substitute for your identity. Of course, the very message of the film is lost within the glamour of its image, at least in terms of its legacy. Most people merely know of the film from Hepburn’s iconic image, that of the slim black dress, jewellery, and elegant cigarette. I know that’s all I knew seeing the poster every September at the poster sale in college. That and the blatant racism of the Mr Yunioshi character, played by Mickey Rooney with prosthetic teeth to exaggerate his caricature of a performance.
Of course, in the film’s defanging of the original source material by Truman Capote, the film likely loses a stronger bite in its critique. The glamour of the film (and of Hepburn, who is marvellous and owns the picture), is so enchanting that the film extolls the virtues and beauty of New York living more than anything else. But the film is so slick, you barely notice. Like the film says, it’s a phony, but a real phony. Someone call Holden Caulfield,
Nice to see another Blake Edwards picture. Growing up with Pink Panther films as a kid, he’s become a favorite of mine.
“Moon River” is really a nice song, and works as a leitmotif in the film.
The Dissolve’s write up of Audrey Hepburn’s career is worth a read.