|Breakfast at Tiffany's
||[Oct. 20th, 2004|10:14 am]
Can you believe I never had seen "Breakfast at Tiffany's" (with Audrey Hepburn)?
I completely broke down at the end. When she rejects it all and is abandoned by all. That was so me. I have been in that situation so many times, when the world crashes down around you, the masks are drawn and reality hits so hard.
It still makes me cry now that I think about it again.
I love it when she eats her breakfast in front of Tiffany's, and she is so ugly, masticating. I love it when she doesn't take herself seriously. I love it when she is drunk and says horrible things she doesn't think. And I love it when the only anchor that remains for her in her life is her cat.
I have had anchors in my life, passions, ideas and loves. Well, not so many in fact, and they betrayed me one after the other, or I let them down. And I can so understand how a little living thing, such as my cat, can provide such emotional relief! A little thing you love and hate at the same time, that doesn't depend on you but for which you feel responsible. A living being to which you can give love without fearing love in return.
I wish the movie didn't have that pretence of an happy ending. Because nothing will change.