This is not a moribund biopic at all, but a snippet extracted from Gerald Clarke's Capote: A Biography used to show how a seemingly exultant interlude brings about a tailspin from which its subject can't recover. Screenwriter Dan Futterman and director Bennett Miller's story isn't merely about how Capote wrote his masterpiece In Cold Blood -- about the murder, and murderers, of a Kansas family in the fall of 1959 -- but about the toll it took on him. He begins the movie as a small man who seemed somehow a foot taller in appearance, but as the story unfolds, as Dick Hickock (Mark Pellegrino) and Perry Smith (Clifton Collins Jr.) are captured and tried and imprisoned, Capote begins to unravel too; their story becomes too much his story, and he begins to lose himself in the telling of what was meant to be a tidy little tale. Hoffman's is among the year's finest performances, precisely because it doesn't feel like one at all. How often does one see a masterpiece about a masterpiece?
Director: Bennett Miller
Writer: Dan Futterman and Gerald Clarke
Producer: Caroline Baron, William Vince and Michael Ohoven
Cast: Philip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener, Clifton Collins, Jr, Mark Pellegrino, Bruce Greenwood, Chris Cooper, Bob Balaban, Amy Ryan, Kwesi Ameyaw and Craig Archibald