Uncle Bardie’s Spotlight Movie: Let the Audrey Shine

Once a week on Friday, Uncle Bardie celebrates the creativity in others by shining a Spotlight on a movie, a song or a creator. This week’s Spotlight Movie is Breakfast At Tiffany’s (1961):

There are a few perfect movies that a remake of them would be blasphemy. “The Sound of Music” (1965) and “The Big Lebowski” and “Casablanca” and “The Ladykillers” (1955) and David Lean’s “Doctor Zhivago” and “The Haunting of Hill House” (1959) and Alfred Hitchcock’s “Psycho”. Oh, sure. Some have tried the remakes but they always turn out badly.

Blake Edwards knew something about making perfect movies. He directed some of the best of the best: Cary Grant, Peter Sellers, Tony Curtis and Julie Andrews. And, in his time, he would direct several very good movies, including “A Shot in the Dark” with Peter Sellers and “10” with Dudley Moore,Julie Andrews and Bo Derek. But “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” is his masterpiece and that most perfectest of perfect movies.

There’s George Peppard and there’s Mickey Rooney and a cat named Cat and there’s New York City in the early 1960s and, of course, there’s Tiffany’s. What would a movie named “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” be without Tiffany’s? And then there is Audrey Hepburn. Nobody lit up the screen quite like Audrey Hepburn.

From the very first moments of Henry Mancini’s music and the cab driving down the empty New York City street, then stopping at Tiffany’s and Audrey Hepburn getting out of the taxi, I’m hooked. Audrey, with her hair all bunned up, wears a black dress and a necklace of fake pearls and long black gloves. I can’t think of another actress who could play that moment with the grace and charm of Audrey Hepburn. You don’t know class until you’ve seen Audrey Hepburn on the screen.

Patrica Neal has set her writer, George Peppard, up in an apartment in a brownstone building. He’s her pet and she’s got him on her lease. Until he meets his neighbor, Holly Golightly, played by Audrey Hepburn.

One night George is at his typewriter and he hears Holly outside his window,

There’s no going back for George. Like us, he is smitten. Truman Capote may not have meant for his Holly Golightly to be the very fragile little girl with the tough exterior of the film. But that is the performance that Audrey Hepburn gives us. And it’s the one that makes Holly Golightly so darned memorable.

I’ve loved this movie since I first saw it. So if you’re in need of a little magic, then let the Audrey shine. “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” will definitely Audrey up your day.

Uncle Bardie’s Movie of the Week: Introducing Audrey Hepburn

Once a week on Monday, Uncle Bardie shares a movie with his Readers he gives a big two thumbs up. It will simply be a short excerpt or a trailer. Uncle Bardie might even throw in a reflection on the movie. If so, it will make an appearance below the video. So pop some popcorn and give yourself a treat. This week’s movie is “Roman Holiday” (1953):

Joe Bradley read about Princess Ann’s death in the papers. It was a skiing accident. He immediately called his old photographer buddy, Irving Radovitch.

“Did you hear the news?” he spoke into the phone.

“Yeah,” Irving said. “You going to be okay?”

“Why don’t we go out and tie one on?”

“Why not,” Irving said, knowing his old buddy needed an ear. Or at least some sympathy. Irving was the only who knew the story.

It had been thirty years now since that fateful twenty-four hours in Rome. Princess Ann had briefly escaped her closely monitored life and recruited Joe to be her guide. As soon as he found out who she was, he let his editor know he had the scoop of a lifetime. Then he called Irving to tag along with his camera.

Then he gave Princess Ann the grand tour of Rome. The Spanish Steps, all the fountains, the Mouth of Truth, a scooter ride through Rome. Finally a night of dancing and a narrow escape from the Princess’ security people. As he drove her back to her temporary residence in a palace, he realized he was fallen in love with her. And she had fallen in love with him too. A kiss goodbye and that was it.

That was a long time ago. Since they parted, he had gone on to work for the New York Times. From time to time he found himself looking through the society pages for stories of her. And there they were. Princess Ann had never married. She had left her palaces and gone to work, doing relief work for the United Nations. Since she had easy access to the great and powerful, she did a lot of lobbying for UNICEF and the Red Cross.

In the obituaries, the papers said that she had saved countless lives. When asked why she did it, she responded, “To give my life purpose.”

That night Joe and Irving did not grieve. They celebrated the life that had been Princess Ann. And the twenty-four hours they had experienced being in her presence. It was the twenty-four hours the princess had become her own person.