One of the most recent aspects to feature in my life is LoveFilm, the mail-order film service that, for a monthly fee, lets you receive as many films as you can manage to watch and post back. Nicole and I have enjoyed educating each other about our film tastes over the months, with an eclectic mix of genres gracing the laptop screen.
Last night’s fair was Breakfast at Tiffany’s. An iconic film from the 1960s, I’d of course heard of it and knew all about Audrey Hepburn’s portrayal of an extrovert New York socialite; and I was hoping for good things.
Sadly, though, it was one of the most boring films I think I have ever seen.
In a nutshell, it tells the story of the rocky romance between a vain, self-centred, narcissistic, egotistical, ditzy, irritating woman with zero personability or common sense and an inability to look after herself or treat animals well, and a man so breathtakingly boring, one-dimensional and characterless I willed the film to end as soon as he appeared. Both characters and actors went out of their way to make themselves a pair of thoroughly unattractive, unlikeable and unengaging leads.
For a brief, tantalising moment, the film gets interesting as the relationship develops and the couple start to discover more about each other through their wanderings through New York… but the plot lurches back from the precipice of watchability by throwing in a backstory whose lack of credibility is matched only by its lack of interestingness.
This film could have done so much more. It could have been a loving, visually-engaging snapshot of 1960s New York, a city famous for its glitz, glamour and iconic skyline; it could have been a classic American “will they? Won’t they?” romance. It could even have involved some bloody breakfast, for heaven’s sake. But no. We were left with a film that within about fifteen minutes made it lazily clear that nothing would happen, except for a soundtrack stuck on loop, a budget that seemingly precluded much in the way of potentially interesting outdoor shoots, and some mild racism. Without doubt the best actor was the cat.
As a test of my endurance, I forced myself to watch to the end, only so I could quite categorically say that it was one of the dullest and disappointing films I have ever seen, which failed to live up to its hype even more than Schindler’s List (there’s a controversial view from me for another day).
Anyone willing to defend this film is more than welcome to challenge my view. I’d be genuinely interested in trying to understand its appeal.