“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.”
You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
I love Audrey Hepburn, her dresses, her lean body and sexiness. The movie is a favorite of Patz and we have seen it a number of times, I forget how many times but I can’t memorize the dialogue, if looking for the unnamed Cat is not counted.
I cooed when she sang, Moon River, wider than a mile; I’m crossing you in style some day. Oh dream-maker, you heartbreaker, Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way. Two drifters off to see the world; There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after the same rainbow’s end … Waitin’ ’round the bend … My huckleberry friend, Moon River, … and me…
Everybody belongs to someone, oh dear, this is bad. That’s the movie and before Holly or whatever her name is, lost her Texan twang, she loved her brother Fred and later after a chaotic life fall in love with another hooker like her, Paul. It might be too sentimental that two people with same profession or means of living, ended up falling in love with each other.
Police departments give their officers personality tests to make sure they are deliberately assigned to a partner who is their total opposite (not in our country). Personalities should not be homogeneous, least there will be little creativity for crime solution, they may clash in opinion but that would help solve the crime or the situation. I’ve also learned that in my ‘can group’ that we undergo MBTI to determine our personalities and mixed up we have all kinds in our can group.
That is the side dish, for the main course, breakfast at tiffany’s is bad for Blair of the Gossip Girl who also love this movie and to Patz who is under the impression that life will ultimately turn out well, the optimist in her.
I still have not made up my mind about the movie, until now. What struck me most are the clothes Hepburn wear, how she wore it well, the long cigarette holder, the utter chaos in her life. To be beautiful is sometimes a curse, a bane not a boon.