I was mildly disappointed not to find a decent movie playing somewhere on cable Saturday morning; however, my frame of mind improved once I realized how nice the weather was. Plus, the usual suspects were in town for the weekend, and that meant one thing:


Shannon, Diane, Johnell (sp?) and Samantha vs. me, John, Shelby and Shane, for all the marbles — on this day, at least. (I think my team won, but after a while, it became a matter of which team could keep all its players interested in the game. Stinkin’ girls!)

Once I broke free for the evening and headed home, though, I checked the preview channel once again and saw that Breakfast at Tiffany’s was playing on Turner Classic Movies. Perfect! I thought, as I had never seen this film nor read the book — although, admittedly, I had been intrigued by it ever since watching George Costanza’s antics while he was trying to prove to his girlfriend that he was, indeed, capable of reading an actual book. (He eventually tracks down the people who are watching the movie on video, invites himself in, helps himself to juice and popcorn, shushes the mom when she returns, quibbles with the daughter over whether he “called” his seat or not and ends up spilling grape juice all over the family’s couch.)

Of course, thanks to that episode of Seinfeld, I started watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s with the notion that Paul Varjak was gay.

Other than that, to be honest, I had no idea what the movie was about, going in.

All I really know, afterwards, is that I am even more smitten with Audrey Hepburn than I was before. And as for the film’s “hosts,” Carrie Fisher and some white-haired guy whose name escapes me at the moment (and, yes, I am WAY too unconcerned to Google), saying that Miss Hepburn’s accent wasn’t right and that they believed Marilyn Monroe should have been cast as Holly Golightly, I say: HA! Get real!

Audrey Hepburn gets my vote for Most Beautiful Screen Actress Ever. Not just because of this film, but this one certainly helped me decide. In fact, I am now rethinking an earlier decision that Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty in Splendor in the Grass had my vote for Most Beautiful Screen Couple Ever, in large part because of Audrey, but also because George Peppard — in this movie, at least — is pretty good-looking, too. (Still have to give the edge to Warren, though, mostly ’cause he has such great damn hair! And I wonder: Did Warren Beatty and Audrey Hepburn ever star in a film together? Wow, that might’ve been enough beauty on the silver screen, all at once, to cause an actual explosion!)

Anyhoo, I enjoyed Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Mostly for Audrey and George, but also because I suspect I, too, have occasionally suffered a case of “the mean reds.” And also because they did, indeed, go back and find the cat. (OK, OK, I admit it: That scene made me well up a little bit.)

On Sunday, I ran across a couple of “old” favorites: Vanilla Sky and As Good as It Gets — both of which I have on DVD, but of course I never seem to be able to take my eyes off either movie when I run across them on cable. (What can I say? I enjoy commercials!)

Vanilla Sky is sorta trippy and weird, and it still takes me back to a particularly trippy and weird situation I was going through at the time I first saw it. Five-plus years later, though, I’m pretty laid-back and normal (relatively speaking), so the film doesn’t have quite the same effect on me now.

Still makes me feel a lot, though, and some of the scenes and songs still get to me. Not because of then, but just because they do. And I still consider this one of my favorite films.

Same with As Good as It Gets, as far as being a favorite. The performances are so perfect in this movie, and it has become one that I find myself quoting, right along with Simon and Melvin and even Carol.

I rounded out the day/night by watching parts of a couple of other Jack Nicholson movies, Anger Management and The Shining. Can’t say I’d rate Anger Management as a fave, but it did make me laugh out loud a couple of times. (Still not a big fan of Adam Sandler movies, yet I find myself drawn to his new one, Reign over Me.)

As for The Shining: When it first came out, I couldn’t bear to watch the previews, this film looked SO stinkin’ scary! I still am not crazy about watching it when I’m alone; there’s just something so maniacally homicidal about Jack Torrance. (I still say the book is better because you get SO much further inside his mind, but … not bad if you want to get a little creeped out for a couple of hours!)