watched: breakfast at tiffany’s.  i’ve been on an audrey hepburn kick lately, and this was my second time through this film.  the charm wore off more quickly on this go-round, and i realised it really is quite a sad movie in the last third; the film does a decent job of capturing that deflated glory that capote writes so well.  it’s not without its problems (moon river, for example, seems to be the only theme in the soundtrack), and maybe it doesn’t deserve to be glorified as much as it is, but the film stands as a fascinating relic of a time when amazing writers were adapting their own material for the screen, actors weren’t afraid of a little yellowface, and couturiers designed for hollywood.