I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s on the weekend. It’s the first time I’ve seen it in years, and I think it may be even the first time I’ve seen it as a grown-up.
It kind of amazed me how contemporary the themes still are, and it seemed like it would have been so daring and racy in 1961. I know we tend to think of the ‘60s as a time of daring, but the free love and riots and sexual revolution all seemed to be more at the end of the decade. 1961 sensibilities would not have been much different to those of the 1950s, I would imagine.
It’s the kind of film that really still has something to say about the quest for identity and love and belonging and a woman’s place in the world and taking control of our own destiny.
I also love Holly’s idea of the mean reds.
Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean reds? You mean, like, the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
And, of course, the style is immaculate, which doesn’t hurt, and continues to provide inspiration.