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Well, I finally saw Capote and I was not particularly impressed. I suppose all the fuss and the long Netflix wait had me expecting something more.
I could barely discern a performance behind Phillip Seymour Hoffman's wonderful impersonation. And I was disappointed that Truman Capote seemed to travel zero character arc in the film, albeit going from manipulative effite snob to obsessive manipulative effite snob.
At one point he is pitching his book to a publisher and he says that the events he has researched (infamous murders in 1959 Kansas) have changed his outlook on everything, and he feels it will have the same effect on his readers. It's a wonderful line, but I got the distinct impression it was simply another of Truman's constant lies. He didn't seem changed by his experience at all. He didn't seem to have grown or have become more serious a person or to have much of any metamorphosis via his delving so deeply into the dark underbelly of human conduct.
A disappointment, I'm afraid. Too bad.
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