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Mark
Kennedy

March 20, 2013

If the cat is a potent symbol in the story of "Breakfast at Tiffany’s," so too is it one in the new play version that has landed on Broadway. A real cat appears in Holly Golightly’s arms in Act 1 and seems, to put it mildly, dismayed. (In the last preview, it scratched the star on its way offstage.) The feline then reappears toward the end of the play to thoroughly undermine a key dramatic scene by waddling away nonchalantly. The cat is also there when the curtain falls, looking appropriately sleepy.

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March 20, 2013

The new Broadway staging of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” based on the 1958 Truman Capote novella that quickly led to the 1961 film starring Audrey Hepburn, has already received quite a lot of attention due to theatergoers apparently trying to take photos on their phones of star Emilia Clarke during a brief gratuitous nude scene.

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Brendan
Lemon

March 20, 2013

In Richard Greenberg’s elegant Broadway adaptation of Breakfast at Tiffany’s Holly Golightly has morphed into Holly Godarkly. I refer not merely to the tresses of Emilia Clarke, who plays her, which have gone from the porn-star blonde of her Daenerys in Game of Thrones to a lush brunette here. The tone of Tiffany’s has also darkened: the gamine charm of Audrey Hepburn in the 1961 movie version has evolved into good-time-girl desperation.

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March 20, 2013

Early in "Breakfast at Tiffany’s," the new Richard Greenberg adaptation of the 1958 Truman Capote novella, Emilia Clarke’s Holly Golightly climbs into bed with Fred, our narrator, played here by Cory Michael Smith. She passes out fast. And Fred is probably gay. Nonetheless, the presence of this beautiful, available young woman in his bed is a signature moment for this young gentleman from Louisiana.

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March 20, 2013

Holly Golightly does not. Go lightly, that is. The new stage adaptation of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” Truman Capote’s beloved portrait of a glamorous waif in 1940s New York, moves with a distinctly leaden step, as if it dreaded what might be waiting around every dark corner of the sinister city it portrays.

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