One Paragraph Movie Review: Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Fifty-eighth film: Breakfast At Tiffany’s. Okay, so the three problematic bits are:
1. In Capote’s original story, Holly Golightly is a sex worker, but that’s been glossed over to make it 1961-style digestible
2. Paul Varjak, V-A-R-J-A-K, talks about ‘owning’ Holly, and he doesn’t mean he hacked her network. Although he totally did, if ya get me.
3. Mickey Rooney’s character is intensely, unbelievably racist.
Those bits aside though, every single outfit in this movie is convulsively incredible, people drink a lot, the main relationship is damaged and impossible (which I fully support), and one of the chief dramatic devices is a ginger cat, just like in real life. Despite its reputation being borderline ruined by girls who think it’s inspiring and canvas prints available in discount homeware stores, I rate it. Three and a half crying drunk ladies in a mirror out of five.