Audrey Hepburn stars, in a part originally written for Marilyn Monroe, as Holly Golightly, a beautiful young woman who doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. She earns a living by dating rich men and bringing “weather reports” to a jailed gangster, she has fondness of the store, Tiffany where she often frequents and she lives in a barely-furnished apartment with an unnamed cat.
When starving writer Paul Verjak (George Peppard) moves in upstairs, he becomes intrigued by his carefree neighbor –- and the two become close friends. Paul becomes intrigued with Holly’s lifestyle which consists of living off old and wealthy men and pretty soon he finds himself falling for her.
The plot for this movie is simple but beautifully told and wonderfully acted by the two lead actors but it is the clothes that really makes this film along with Audrey Hepburn’s dazzling charisma. I know it’s a word I never use, but the best word I can find to describe Breakfast at Tiffany’s is delightful. And maybe whimsical. It’s sweet and funny and elegant. Nowadays they just don’t make movie like this anymore.