Because it was just one of those weekends, I watched four Audrey Hepburn movies with a napping dog, a blanket and several tubs of Haagen-Dazs by my side. Tessa's always up (err...ready to nap) for a good movie and there's never a bad time for H-D's strawberry cheesecake Extras. In chronological order, watched Funny Face, Love in the Afternoon, Sabrina and Breakfast at Tiffany's off the 360. As is the case with all romance films, they were all fairly predictable. And as is the case with old movies, they were rife with sexism, racism and other bigotry that wouldn't fly in films today - LitA and BaT just revolved around loose morals and prostitution as a generally-accepted means of income. My mom did ask if I felt that older movies lacked the excitement and pacing of modern films but I can't say I noticed at all. Audrey Hepburn is stunning no matter what the decade.
Why is it, though, that every movie ends up in Paris?
Why is it, though, that every movie ends up in Paris?
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