Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

Basic plot: A writer falls in with a young, free-spirited gold-digger.

The latest movie trade-off with my good friend Lauren left Breakfast at Tiffany’s as my weekly assignment, while she got to watch E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial for the first time. It was an interesting break from Monster MAYhem at the very least.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s left me with mixed feelings. Overall, I really enjoyed it thanks mostly to very well-aged dialogue. Audrey Hepburn also looks incredible which made it much easier to pay attention. As far as women from the 1960s go, I can’t imagine many being better than Ms. Hepburn. She’s gorgeous.

However, her character Holly kind of irritated me on occasion. She’s beautiful as can be, but her moodswings drove me completely nuts – not because it was unrealistic so much as it seemed all too familiar.  It just served as a moderately frustrating reminder of why otherwise amazing girls can be such a huge f*cking pain to try to keep up with emotionally, if you happen to have been around the hyper-bipolar ones – which I have.

The writer guy was a good character that I was able to sympathize with far easier than I would’ve expected from looking at him. The fact that they got some ex-Captain-of-the-Football-team type to play the sensitive writer seems a little Hollywood, but the character still works because all of his dialogue and reactions were pretty spot on for the character-type. Plus, he’s able to talk some sense into the insanity of Holly at the end of the movie (probably because writers are awesome), which largely saved the movie.

I don’t have a whole lot more than that to say about it. I liked it and I’d watch it again.