[BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S screens Saturday August 4th at 8:00 pm at the Palace Theatre as part of Cinema at the Square]
Review by Charles Cassady Jr.
Elsewhere
on this site I vent my contempt for the general run of “date movies”
and Valentine’s Day in general. However, I must be kind to BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S,
screening in revival here coincident to the unfortunate
romance-connected holiday (I guess if militant Islam conquers us,
Valentine’s Day will be banned under Sharia law; is that a silver lining
or what?). BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S is a celluloid valentine, to
the only things that really deserve a valentine – to New York City in
1961, to the beauty and grace of Audrey Hepburn, and to youthful
illusions and metropolitan delusions. All are given a glossy sheen in
champagne direction by the recently deceased Blake Edwards.
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Monday, July 30, 2012
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Breakfast at Tiffany’s (February 12th and 13th at the Cleveland Cinematheque)
[BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S screens Saturday February 12th at 5:15pm and Sunday February 13th at 8:05pm.]
Review by Charles Cassady Jr.
Elsewhere on this site I vent my contempt for the general run of “date movies” and Valentine’s Day in general. However, I must be kind to BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S, screening in revival here coincident to the unfortunate romance-connected holiday (I guess if militant Islam conquers us, Valentine’s Day will be banned under Sharia law; is that a silver lining or what?). BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S is a celluloid valentine, to the only things that really deserve a valentine – to New York City in 1961, to the beauty and grace of Audrey Hepburn, and to youthful illusions and metropolitan delusions. All are given a glossy sheen in champagne direction by the recently deceased Blake Edwards.
Review by Charles Cassady Jr.
Elsewhere on this site I vent my contempt for the general run of “date movies” and Valentine’s Day in general. However, I must be kind to BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S, screening in revival here coincident to the unfortunate romance-connected holiday (I guess if militant Islam conquers us, Valentine’s Day will be banned under Sharia law; is that a silver lining or what?). BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S is a celluloid valentine, to the only things that really deserve a valentine – to New York City in 1961, to the beauty and grace of Audrey Hepburn, and to youthful illusions and metropolitan delusions. All are given a glossy sheen in champagne direction by the recently deceased Blake Edwards.
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