You're gonna be bothered by how cool I am.

Suck it up. You had to have known something like this might be coming. :P


What the Movies Have Taught Me About NYC

I've been there three times - once when I was a senior in high school, once for the so-called "Millennium" New Year, and once after I graduated from college. But I suspect I've seen more of the city on television and in films than I have in real life. And since I've felt led to inflict these on you guys on far less provocation than a Great Life Change like moving to New York, I suspect this is the perfect time for yet another round of regular movie posts centered around a particular topic.

Obviously, I'm not going to pretend that fiction trumps actual experience. But I suspect everyone in America who doesn't live there has some notion of what the city is like - whether accurate or not - and that notion comes largely from the stories that filmmakers and TV writers have told about it over the years. And if they're good stories, somewhere among the clichés and stereotypes are a few nuggets of truth.

So over the course of about 15 posts in the next (*GULP*) 32 days I'm going to post about some iconic New York movies and what they teach outsiders like me about the city and the change that I'm about to personally undergo. And I'm starting with one of the least Blake-Edwards-y Blake Edwards movies that is one of the New-York-iest New York movies of all time.



Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)

( We're alike, me and cat. A couple of poor nameless slobs. )