Capote

A sparse, engrossing dissection of Truman Capote’s self-infatuation during the researching and writing of In Cold Blood. Hauntingly filmed in cold, unforgiving shades and colors, the film slowly wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tighter as the film progresses. Philip Seymour Hoffman is brilliant and somehow unrecognizable, making the chilling conclusion all the more effective (and disturbing). A.