Capote
Last night I saw an incredible movie. One that shocked, moved, and completely enthralled me. It is the best writers’ movie I have ever seen, and I haven’t even read In Cold Blood, the book being written in much of the movie. That movie in question is of course Capote. As an aside, it was a complete surprise and pleasure to see Harper Lee embodied on the silver screen; she has only a supporting role, but her story is a fascinating one, considering she wrote one of the greatest books ever written and then never wrote anything again. But the center of Capote is of course Capote — and all of his mannerisms, manipulative ways and haunting emotion are brought to brilliant life by Philip Seymour Hoffman. Hoffman is a familiar face — he’s played an interesting, bit role in seemingly every movie ever made — but this is his first chance to really show what he’s made of and if he doesn’t win Best Actor then there really is no justice in Hollywood. This movie has fascinating insight into the agonizing process of writing and I highly recommend it. Truman goes between two strange extremes — he becomes strangely attached to the murderer on death row he is studying; but at the same time he is desperate for the man to finally receive his death sentence so he can finish writing his story.
