Audrey Hepburn’s image is so polished now that it can flatten the movies behind it: the cigarette holder, the black dress, the pixie cut, the Givenchy gowns. But the real reason she lasted is stranger and better — she could make a romantic comedy feel bruised, a thriller feel elegant, and a sad ending feel like the only honest choice. From Roman Holiday to Charade, her best work still has a pulse under all that iconography.
