Director:
Bennett MillerGuión:
Dan FuttermanCámara:
Adam KimmelMúsica:
Mychael DannaReparto:
Philip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener, Clifton Collins Jr., Chris Cooper, Bruce Greenwood, Bob Balaban, Mark Pellegrino, Marshall Bell, Amy Ryan (más)Sinopsis(1)
En noviembre de 1959, el escritor Truman Capote lee un artículo en el New York Times que relata el sangriento asesinato de los cuatro miembros de la familia Clutter en su granja de Kansas. Aunque sucesos similares aparecen en los periódicos todos los días, algo llama la atención de Capote, que quiere utilizar este caso para demostrar una teoría: en las manos de un escritor adecuado, la realidad puede resultar tan apasionante como la ficción. Junto a su amiga Harper Lee, Capote consigue que la revista The New Yorker le envíe a Kansas para cubrir la noticia. Su voz aniñada, su amaneramiento y su peculiar forma de vestir despiertan en un principio la hostilidad en esa zona del país, pero Capote se gana pronto la confianza de los lugareños y la del agente encargado de la investigación, Alvin Dewey. Tras ser detenidos en Las Vegas, los asesinos son trasladados a Kansas, donde son juzgados, declarados culpables y condenados a la pena de muerte. Capote va a verlos a la cárcel y, conforme comienza a conocerlos, se da cuenta de que lo que él creía que iba a ser sólo un reportaje se ha convertido en un libro que podría estar a la altura de las grandes obras de la literatura moderna. Una obra sobre el choque entre dos norteaméricas: el país seguro y protegido que los Clutter conocían, y el país amoral y desarraigado que en el que vivían los asesinos. (Sony Pictures Esp.)
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It’s too flat as a biography of a brilliant writer and too insubstantial as a film about a novel. In the film, Capote’s creative genius is limited to a few lame mentions of his previous work, and the actual creation of what is most substantial goes no further than what the viewer is able to form after reading "In Cold Blood" or watching Brooks' film of the same name. Phillip Seymour Hoffman's 100-minute homosexual creation thus becomes merely an aspirational pose that might have been provocative in the 1960s, but not today. The result is just an empty bubble, which at the time of its release got more flak than it perhaps deserved, and conversely, as a tribute to a brilliant storyteller, or rather a novel, it is about as impressive and original as a piece of marble.
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It is possible to penetrate into the story of Capote proportional to how the viewer accepts the main character. Hoffman demonstrates almost extreme exhibitionism, although authentically, which almost repelled me from the film, but he approached me again thanks to the prison interviews, where he finally gained depth in intimate scenes. His frivolity later proves to be only a defensive weapon, but still, his interpretation remains on the border between overacting and artistic performance, fortunately closer to the latter option. The screenplay itself also remains somewhere in between. While the search for truth for the book is an excellent subject and gets under the viewer's skin almost on its own, feelings of guilt and the urgency of consequences do not have such power, and because the ending is almost only about them, Capote fizzles out when the final credits appear.
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The picture concentrates exclusively on the period that inspired the writing of one of the most fundamental American books of the 20th century - “In Cold Blood", the origin of the factual novel as such. A book that brought its author immortality and at the same time brought his fall into perdition. The subject is certainly intriguing, but Capote was such a complex and fascinating personage that the rather narrow focus of the story was rather a shame. It’s downright disappointing that the result is utterly humdrum and uninventive in all respects. The only element that saves it is the excellent performance from Hoffman, deservedly rewarded by more than one acting award. His performance precisely captures all nooks and crannies of Truman Capote’s soul. From homosexuality, through arrogance, calculating cunning, egoism to his desperate desire to be admired. And a warning concerning the Czech dubbing. Capote’s peculiar voice was difficult enough in the original to get right, but Hoffman did a splendid job of it. But in the Czech dubbed version, this literary heavyweight sounds like a pitiful caricature of himself.
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The fact that Philip Seymour Hoffman talks for two hours like a homosexual man (which he actually plays) doesn't mean that he delivers an Oscar-worthy performance or nomination. The fact that the film tries to be a credible biopic about a world-renowned writer doesn't mean that it will become a cult-classic masterpiece that will go down in history. Not all biopics are created equal. Some directors are able to inject incredible energy, inventiveness, and dynamism into these types of projects, while others not. In the latter case, it becomes a dry exposition with a stark and emotionally detached statement that only lasts a few minutes after the opening. With Capote, it lasted about twenty seconds for me. One of the most boring and indigestible projects of the year.
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Miller's film is strong in the details (the interviews with the killers, the final execution), but if it weren't for Hoffman, it would be just one among many, with nothing special or revelatory in terms of filmmaking or story. Capote himself is a guy I wouldn't go out for a beer with. His self-centred, manipulative and disgustingly pragmatic and cynical nature, often resorting to lies, is almost repulsive in places – it must have been a joy to play and such a beautifully written controversial character. The casting people should be applauded here, Hoffman's type - a mixture of loser and strong charisma - is quite ideal for such a role. He didn’t disappoint, he was great.
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