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I think I first heard of Breakfast at Tiffany’s because it was mentioned in a popular song back in the 90s. Yes, I realize how pathetic that is, but please don’t look down on me for it. I was just a silly college kid with very little concern for things that took place before the 70s. Anyway, I liked the song, and I bought the CD, which is now collecting dust on a shelf somewhere (though maybe it’s time to give it another chance...)
I’ve since acquired a taste for the classics, however, and I decided that it was absolutely mandatory for me to finally watch the infamous Breakfast at Tiffany’s. And I loved it even more than I once loved the song by the same name.
Audrey Hepburn stars, in a part originally written for Marilyn Monroe, as Holly Golightly, a beautiful young woman who doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. She earns a living by dating rich men and bringing “weather reports” to a jailed gangster -– and she lives in a barely-furnished apartment with an unnamed cat.
When starving writer Paul Verjak (George Peppard) moves in upstairs, he becomes intrigued by his carefree neighbor –- and the two become close friends. Paul tries to take their relationship beyond friendship as Holly repeatedly sends him mixed signals –- and continues to attempt to marry a millionaire.
I know it’s a word I never use, but the best word I can find to describe Breakfast at Tiffany’s is delightful. And maybe whimsical. It’s sweet and funny and elegant –- they just don’t make ‘em like this anymore. Not only is it a must-see, but it’s also a must-own. I’ve already added it to my DVDs to Buy list.
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