I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.

Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)

Chosen by Victoria Charvill who had this to say: 'This is Hepburn's signature role, and the rest of the cast(ignoring Rooney) are brilliant too. Even when hungover and dishevelled, Holly is graceful and glamorous. Of course there's Moon River and the famous Cat scene. It's always been one of my favourites.'

Not so sure about this one. When it focuses on the word play it's pretty funny, sometimes charming and mostly likeable. Peppard and Hepburn (as a very typical manic pixie dream girl) are terrific.
But the whole thing is too slight and keeps forcing dreadful slapstick comedy (and a wholly pointless Mickey Rooney, not just offensive for the racist portrayal but offensive because it's so unfunny) into proceedings instead of giving us more to get to grips with.
Some romance comedies insert obstacles that are so arbitrary or horrid that you can have no sympathy for the characters (god help me if i see another main star leave someone on the altar I may just scream) but Breakfast at Tiffany's obstacles are so wispy that her running back in the rain to find the cat (and love!) seems rather too relaxed. The stakes feel so small.