Why I Don't Like the Badass Girl in "Breakfast at Tiffany's"

Amani 2022-04-20 09:01:34

So, where should she be?

died. Or in a lunatic asylum. Or get married. She probably got married and settled down, maybe in our city.

The novel begins with an explanation of Holly's possible ending.

She was lost and no one saw her again. The Japanese photographer saw her wood-carved head in a small village in Africa, and the news that she spent a lot of money and her watch in exchange was just that she had come and left.

If Holly is the prototype of Marilyn Monroe, Capote doesn't like the ending of the adaptation, and I don't like the image Hepburn portrayed.

Holly, that writer couldn't keep her at all.
What is wild?
Wild is freedom.
what is love?
Love is sometimes a bondage.
A wild thing, it can't belong to anyone. Like a cat, no matter how likable it is, its arrogant and capricious appearance will not change.

That's why that poor writer can't keep Holly in her own way, and it's understandable that commercial films like to create dreams.

But the way you lose money is really annoying, especially when you wear a Givenchy dress and the house is messy and you can't step on your feet, which is even more annoying.

No matter whether the girl is good-looking or not, she wants to choose a "good man". From the perspective of values, there is nothing wrong with this. Marx also said that the economic base determines the superstructure.

Then why did Holly meet so many so-called good men, but they failed?

If good looks are the capital of women, and money is the capital of men, it is right to exchange capital for capital. But from another angle, who wants to marry a courtesan who has nothing but good looks as a wife? The Brazilian diplomat said it very well, I love you, but you don't fit the wife that a man with faith and career like me wants to marry. Translated into vernacular, I'm sorry, you don't deserve it.

Therefore, no matter how hard she tries to find the top 50 richest countries in the country, the result is the same. Except for capital, she can't exchange for security or love. She knows this better than anyone else, and her anxiety is not without reason.

She even subconsciously knows what kind of woman is worthy of a man she wants, but so what? She still gave up on herself and the possibility of giving herself happiness, no one knew where she went?

Maybe she instinctively thinks that she doesn't deserve anything, so she doesn't even buy furniture, which is exactly what I hate most about this character, she is simply incapable or unwilling to make a good life for herself, so how could she possibly buy from others? Get happiness here, this naive child.

The ending set for her by the author at the beginning, I prefer to believe that she is dead, or in a lunatic asylum, at least, this can also be counted as the final destination of a wild child.

In reality, may everyone not be Holly, this sad and pitiful wild child.

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Extended Reading
  • Derick 2022-03-23 09:01:40

    If Marilyn Monroe foresaw the film's strong influence on later generations and even established Hepburn's image of the eternal material girl in the eyes of the public and the fashion world, she would not regret not appearing in this film.

  • Destin 2022-03-23 09:01:40

    What is the mentality of scoring high.

Breakfast at Tiffany's quotes

  • Sally Tomato: [Giving his latest "weather report" to Holly & Paul] Snow flurries expected this weekend in New Orleans.

  • Paul Varjak: Holly, I'm in love with you.

    Holly Golightly: So what?

    Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you. You belong to me.

    Holly Golightly: No. People don't belong to people.

    Paul Varjak: Of course they do.

    Holly Golightly: I'm not going to let anyone put me in a cage.

    Paul Varjak: I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you.

    Holly Golightly: It's the same thing.

    Paul Varjak: No it's not. Holly...

    Holly Golightly: I'm not Holly. I'm not Lula Mae, either. I don't know who I am! I'm like cat here, a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.