Showing posts with label George Peppard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Peppard. Show all posts
Monday, November 24, 2025
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Charm can go a long way. Especially so when it is being delivered by that epitome of charm, Audrey Hepburn. So it goes here. Indeed, Hepburn is exactly what you expect in this film. The real revelation is George Peppard, who turns in a terrific performance as Paul, the writer and neighbor who has the unenviable task of trying to rein in Hepburn’s Holly Golightly. Also starring in this flick: early’60s New York, that long-lost world that crops up now and again in movies, to the viewer’s delight and/or puzzlement, depending upon how far removed from that yesteryear the viewer is. The story achieves a delicate balance between dramatic and comedic, staying largely light and humorous while dipping into the serious now and then, without ever descending too deep into darkness; the tone never becomes a drag. Overall, the setting, script and presentation stays straightforward; director Blake Edwards plays it straight and never tries to get overly artistic in this presentation. Also notable element: it’s nice to see a cat play its part in a movie so well, and never miss a mark; good kitty! Lastly, one must acknowledge that Henry Mancini's score is note perfect in setting the mood throughout. They don’t make them like this anymore, or if they do somebody is keeping it well hidden. That’s why it is truly a worthwhile experience to take this step backwards and experience the old days and the old ways once in a while. If you too are digging for (cinematic) gold, this is an invite worth accepting.
Monday, January 31, 2011
How the West Was Won
Alternatively entertaining and asinine. Yes, movies were different back in the day, especially westerns, which hardly exist nowadays. Still, you kind of wonder when musical numbers randomly break out in the midst of the story of westward ho! expansion. Anyway, there's a lot of hokum here, some decent action scenes, a hilarious cameo scene with John Wayne as Sherman and Harry Morgan as Grant at Shiloh--visually incongruous barely begins to describe it--and just a little bit of regret about, you know, all that stabbing Indians in the back. And the bad restoration job on the DVD I watched--including distractingly viewable seams between the original Cinerama panels--didn't help. As a time capsule piece, I guess it may be worth a look, once in a while. Otherwise, not the best work of an admittedly all-star cast.
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