What About “Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
Audrey Hepburn plays Holly Golighty and looks like the kind of girl who hangs out with the wallflower Fred (George Peppard) to snark on the party goers. She plays along with him for a bit, talking about boring ex-models and he talks about the ex-model’s escort. But it is her party and she invites, among a cast of fabulously sketchy characters, the ninth richest man in America under fifty. Good to know that Holly and I share the same taste in men, except that Rusty Trawler’s kind of ugly. She leaves the wallflower, ignores the crashers, and mingles.
Later, old-looking Fred and Holly Golighty with blond streaks – I’ll let you be the judge of that – try to tuck a goldfish aquarium into her hat. Tip – tuck in your red Givenchy coat, that’s what Kristin Chenoweth’s character would do. And don’t they have dubious but generous incomes to just buy the damn things they want?
The Film Doctor here has twelve things about the film adaptation of Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Mine include John Frankenheimer being fired because Hepburn didn’t know who he was, or Mickey Rooney’s embarrassing yellow face. And despite Marilyn Monroe almost being deemed box office poison, I still wanted her to have a go at the role. Maybe because Hepburn saying the word ‘brier patch’ doesn’t feel natural. All of those reason help me a bit when I I tell myself not to like the movie so much. But then I realize how uptight I am, actually. I’ve done my share of shoplifting, and I was stupid enough to get caught, but Hepburn, even with raising her voice, eases Fred and the audience into mischief, like any bad girl can.