…afternoon I was able to watch one of my favorite classics: Breakfast at Tiffany’s. This was rather timely, given Ken’s blog post awhile ago which caused me to take out an old copy of the novel and place it on my reading list. Yesterday afternoon, with the movie fresh in my mind, and the commentators statements about Capote’s reeling over casting and ending alterations, I re-read the novel (it doesn’t take long). I still like them both–the novel still surprises me, as it is a good read ( I don’t know if it’s familiarity of pulling on Capote’s language like an old quilt, or the shortness/quickness of the novel, but it works).

I think the ending of the movie suits the banal romantic endings that Hollywood believes the audience wants to see, but I think that by casting Audrey Hepburn they removed the blatant sexual nature to Holly, and portrayed her as objectified girl/woman in need of care. In the movie, the men are in love with her more than they want to have sex with her; however, the part of the movie that didn’t sit well with me (and Capote doesn’t write this dialogue in the novel) is when Paul/Fred states to Holly that he “owns her” because he loves her—well, how absurd.