I went and saw Breakfast at Tiffany’s on Broadway this weekend. The show’s still in previews, and it’s not quite polished yet. I am a big fan of both the novella and the classic film starring Audrey Hepburn, so I figured the play was a safe bet for me. This production runs fairly true to Truman Capote’s short novel, with word-for-word dialogue in many parts. It felt a bit talky at times, but I thought the set worked beautifully. It captured NYC circa 1957 in a gritty, and yet, moving portrait. Emilia Clark is still finding her way as Holly Golightly, but I think she’ll get there. George Wendt as the bar tender Joe is absolutely delightful.
The story of Holly Golightly gets me every time. It’s very much the same story I find over and over in New York today. Cramming days and nights with parties and people to see, things to do. Always working on a new project, never feeling settled, never knowing what the next year, or month, or day will bring. The transient lifestyle intensifies flavors and feelings. And of course the mean reds: suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Like Holly, I am still looking for that real live place that makes me feel like Tiffany’s. “The nice…peaceful feel of it. Nothing very bad could ever happen to you there. ” I’m still not sure where I’m going, or what direction to take, but I’ll turn every stone until I find that place where I belong.