Audrey Hepburn's Holly Golightly has passed, happily, into cinematic folklore. Director Blake Edwards's hymn to New York high style and high living with its charming heroine, along with her cat (called "Cat") and those wonderful Johnny Mercer Moon River lyrics, has hardly dated since its release. Originally a creation of writer Truman Capote, Holly, as written for the screen by George Axelrod and portrayed by Hepburn, is quite enchanting, even though period censorship makes it rather unclear what she actually does for a living. Despite the presence of handsome George Peppard and Patricia Neal, this is Hepburn's movie, her black dress and long cigarette holder ready again to start a fashion revolution. Only Mickey Rooney's phoney (and now politically incorrect) caricature of a Japanese gent seems out of kilter in what is otherwise a thoroughly entertaining and wonderfully escapist movie.

Holly Golightly is an eccentric New York City playgirl determined to marry a Brazilian millionaire. But when young writer Paul Varjak moves into her apartment building, her past threatens to get in their way.