Seeing this movie made me believe New York was a magical, sophisticated, fascinating place and that only magical, sophisticated, fascinating people like Holly Golightly lived there. Such a well-made, seamless film. Interestingly enough, Truman Capote did not want Audrey Hepburn for the part; he was partial to Marilyn Monroe because he actually had her in mind when he wrote the story. That would have been a very different film, but probably equally a classic in its own way with Marilyn’s vulnerable sensuality. But we’ll never know and probably don’t need to care. Audrey has her own piquant, vulnerable fragility that makes her Holly an icon of flawed heroinism. (Yes, I know there is no such word, but there should be so I made it up.)