Director: Bennett Miller
“On the night of November 14th, two men broke into a quiet farmhouse in Kansas and murdered an entire family. Why did they do that? Two worlds exist in this country: the quiet conservative life, and and the life of those two men – the underbelly, the criminally violent. Those two worlds converged that bloody night.” This is the premise for Truman Capote’s masterpiece In Cold Blood. The true story of the brutal murders of Herb, Bonnie, Nancy, and Kenyan Clutter. Bennett Miller’s exceptional biopic “Capote” takes place in the five year period that Capote, along with childhood friend Harper Lee, spent researching and writing the acclaimed book, later called the first “non-fiction novel”. Truman’s dealings with the two men convicted, leads him to strike-up an unlikely friendship with one of them: Perry Smith, to whom he becomes increasingly close. Eventually the massive amount of time Capote spends writing the book begins to eat away at him, soon changing him in ways he never would have imagined.
“Capote” is an absolutely flawless film. The haunting soundtrack, the cold cinematography, and of course Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s exceptional performance as the author himself. For one hour and fifty minutes, Hoffman has you nearly convinced that you are watching the real Truman Capote, not just someone acting. “Capote” should also be commended for its reserved tone. The film could have easily been something extravagant and completely over-the-top, forcing all the characters and elements down your throat as you watch. But instead what we get is a film that tells you it’s story quietly, instead of bellowing it from the rooftops, and in the end, I think it’s gentle, haunting quality is what stuck with me the most. It’s not a film you ever forget, it lingers in the air indefinitely…