The trailer is a little rough-hewn to match the style of the film. I love the unintentional humor and charm of the crude jump-cuts in the original. Watching the actors improvise their conversations, from a mixture of personal experience and a desire to be interesting for the camera reveals a lot of sweet and funny interiority if you watch closely. In my opinion, of the trilogy, 1968's takes the cake; the next two sought to replicate something that came naturally the first time around. Paul Morissey's films for Andy Warhol were a first glimpse of reality television for better or worse, but now they are a time capsule. Thank goodness we have them.
I keep thinking of the similarities between the story and vibe of this movie and 1961's adaptation of Breakfast at Tiffany's. It's interesting to compare the two portrayals of the city and trade, across that 7 year span.
