I'm taking a break until 4 p.m. so I'm going to tell you about Breakfast at Tiffany's.
I think I read the book like ten years ago, but I didn't really remember it. Random notes on the movie:
Instantaneous impressions were of Audrey Hepburn's cuteness and George Peppard's too-perfect manliness. (For real, though, hand that over.)
I remember thinking at one point, "What if you really did get a chorus of people 'loo-loo'ing every time you walked down the street in NYC?"
The "I love you — you belong to me!" exchange is so bizarre! The idea of owning someone comes up a couple times, but I can't imagine being able to say that. And if a guy said that to me I think I would burst out laughing.
The less said about Mickey Rooney the better. Everyone knows it's there; I just ignored it.
I want to watch more movies D: