I recently watched a documentary called Crazy About Tiffany’s. It was about the history of the famous jeweler
in New York City. The film featured a few clips from the 1961 film Breakfast at Tiffany’s. If I had
previously seen the film, I didn’t remember much about it, other than Audrey
Hepburn is impossibly skinny and beautiful and has a cute accent.
So I watched Breakfast
at Tiffany’s late one night. Holly Golightly (Audrey Hepburn) is a free
spirit living in New York City, set on landing a rich husband. She appears to
get most of her money for her modest apartment from escorting wealthy men about
town.
Paul Varjak (George Peppard), a writer, moves into her
building and they immediately strike up a friendship, mostly on behalf of
Holly, but Paul soon falls in love with her. I think that if the movie was made
today, it could lose some of its charm. There is no sexual activity in this
beautiful film, other than oblique references. Paul also makes his money off of
hiring himself out you might say, and his patron, Mrs. Failenson (Patricia
Neal) pays him generously. She believes in his abilities as a writer, and he
has even had something published, which he shows off to Holly during a trip to
the library.
Holly has a past that becomes clear when her husband Doc (Buddy
Ebsen) arrives and asks her to come home. Holly will have none of this,
preferring to live day-to-day with her cat, and hosting crowded parties for a
jet set she has inserted her way into. One of the funniest scenes is a party in
her tiny apartment. Seeing how many people can drink and dance in such a small
space is priceless.
Something I took offense to, however, is Mickey Rooney
playing Mr. Yunioshi, a neighbor in Holly’s building. They should have had an
Asian play this role. It was insulting to watch.
Paul and Holly are alike in that they are dreamers of a
better day each in their own way. Breakfast
at Tiffany’s is based on a story by Truman Capote and directed by Blake
Edwards. It won two Academy Awards: Best Musical Score and Best Original Song, Moon River, for Henry Mancini (lyrics by
Johnny Mercer).
Getting back to that glittering documentary Crazy About Tiffany’s, the history of
this jeweler is fascinating. The marketing that was mounted was extremely
successful, largely due to the designers, especially one who did the display
windows on the street. At one point, a current designer sits next to a worker assembling
the priceless jewels that sell for literally thousands and hundreds of thousands
of dollars. She focuses on asking him about the pride he takes in his work. It
is not mentioned what this man’s salary is, or what his benefits are, etc.
Probably not very good. I’m cynical I guess. Despite all that, when I travel to
New York City, I will waltz into Tiffany’s for a look around, just because.