This year, I finally watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I’d heard about this classic throughout my life, along with listening to songs of the same title and reading debates on the official Tiffany Blue color. After taking a class at Mount Hermon by James Scott Bell on his “write from the middle” approach, I thought to myself that those classics must have something that I need to learn! Besides, what’s the point of watching JSB compare Casablanca to Lethal Weapon if I can’t learn the techniques and use them?
Cue up the Netflix account and start the movie! I had no idea what to expect – no inkling of the plot or setting, or even the characters’ names. The intro and slow music made me skeptical, but I was determined. Something was to be gleaned! I needed to find the magic bean!
Here’s the synopsis: “Based on Truman Capote’s novella, this is the story of a young, jet- setting woman in New York City who meets a young man when he moves into her apartment building. He is being kept by a wealthy, older woman, but wants to be a writer. She is working as a high-priced escort and searching for a rich, older man to marry. The opening scene has her window-shopping at Tiffany’s at six in the morning, after being up all night on a date.”
And when the dialog starts, it’s cunning and machine-gun paced. When I finally figured out that Holly was a call-girl and Paul/Fred was a Boy Toy, it was more of an “Oh! This-makes-more-sense-now!” moment. Neither dress in skimpy clothes or flinging themselves at their “marks.” As a matter of fact, these two dress to the nines (with the exception of Holly’s long nightshirt and Paul’s shirtless shot). Breakfast at Tiffany’s manages to be funny without being racy or explicit.
I liked the movie so much, that I invited Thing 1 (14 years old) to watch it with me. To my surprise, she loved it as much as I did. That being said, I understand that some of my readers don’t want to subject their teens to movies with smoking, drinking/partying and exposure to the oldest profession. The only other sexual reference was a fully clad stripper. Thing 1 and I discussed the fact that Holly and Paul/Fred were paid and the lack of love in that type of arrangement. I used that mark as a jump-off for conversation as to how the Bible says that sex is only for marriage.
“Just look at how hollow these two end up,” was my point.
I’d recommend this movie for 14 year olds and up with the clear disclaimer on the main character’s occupations. And you’d need a heart of stone not to love Cat.