Breakfast at Tiffany’s liveblog end

Not one in a thousand films has the depth of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Some may think that its mischief and charm are all it has, but after you’ve lived a little life you realise there’s just so much more to it. Paul/Fred-baby is a little bit of a window onto our darling woman, but even he has his moments, and gets to deliver the inevitable winning-soliloquy in the closing moments.
Holly so hates to be disarmed, hates to be caught-out vulnerable and constantly hides behind her intelligence, wit and charm, her ability to make it up as she goes along. It’s a good skill, and we don’t cast judgement on her for having it, but what undoes her is that she uses her talents to hide from herself. It’s not until she’s directly challenged that she is able to face herself and see the true nature of her actions.

Blah blah blah – what am I saying? Guys only watch these movies to get laid right?
Pffffft.
What a juvenile thought.
Wine might make me slightly more totally emotionally vulnerable, but it doesn’t turn me into a complete idiot.

Remind me to get my Emma DVD back from Jack, I think that will be my next liveblog.
Actually nix that, I’ll just buy it again and he can keep it.
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I lost my Metro Area CD… again… so I have to buy it… again.
I think this will be the third time.
I would cry if I weren’t so horny and half-drunk right now.

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I’m not finished!

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If I could travel back in time, I would go back to 1961 and ask Audrey Hepburn to marry me.
She’d say no, but that would be alright.
I’d still ask her and be the happier for it.