On Holly Golightly
Upon seeing Breakfast At Tiffany’s again, I can’t say I’m as enamoured with this movie and with its centerpiece, Holly herself, as I once was. (Disclaimer - haven’t read the book. It’s very likely she’s more interesting in print, especially if she’s based on its author)
Beautiful and always stunningly dressed; childlike and free-spirited yet deeply vulnerable and in need of a protector; full of quirks and eccentricities, but only of the cute and harmless kind. She seems to my eyes now like a more modern and bohemian version of Madeleine, existing only to be watched, desired, and rescued, and to act as a muse. She’s been most recently reincarnated as Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
She and Madeleine aren’t women, even in the movie character sense; they’re things created from pens and cameras and shopping trips.
It’s a relief when Clementine speaks for herself, saying “I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind.” If only all the other Holly Golightlies would say the same thing.
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