Capote * * * *

Like William H. Macy in Fargo, Philip Seymore Hoffman has come into his own. Over the past decade, Hoffman has made a name with small but memorable performances. He has played everything from unlikable frat boys to cross dressing piano teachers. In Capote, it's impossible to see anyone else in the title role. Hoffman disappears so thoroughly into character; we completely forget he is there.
Capote takes the novel, In Cold Blood, and turns it 180 degrees showing the man behind the masterpiece. A character who is possibly too brilliant and talented for his own good. The inner conflict between literary ambition and personal attachment to his subjects ultimately undoes him. After their execution provides the books necessary conclusion, Capote sets about on his own path of self-destruction.
The film captures the skeletal Kansas landscape with a suitably dour sepia look to it. Otherwise, there is nothing remarkable about the photography. The cameras focus stays mainly on Hoffman as it should, but when it does stray, we see a fine supporting cast. Most notably is the underrated Clifton Collins Jr. who gives an excellent performance as the needy killer Perry Smith.
While Capote may not bring the biopic back to the big screen en masse, it shows they don't have to remain shoddy made-for-TV affairs.










