Title a bit misleading

Rating: 6/10 (20 April 2006)

Though thanks to this movie I know a bit more about Capote than before I started, this is hardly a biographical movie which should have been more accurately titled :The Writing of In Cold Blood.
Having found the author insufferable during the many years he spent being merely a personality after the completion if this last book, I confess to some bias in his regard. Though I can hardly flaw the acting, the plot is rather limited and slow in its development. In the final analysis, one is left more or less with just a general feeling about our hero(?). The man might have been extremely talented with his use of words, but there is little creativity or imagination that I could find in the writing of his revolutionary(?) non-fiction novel. Capote is similar to a vampire drawing blood from his victim(s) in order to achieve or retain his status. Just a vain, deceitful, despicable little man. It is hard to imagine that anyone actually loved him in his lifetime.
For those that may not be too familiar with his brilliantly imitated style of talking, I recommend watching this movie with subtitles and possibly even turning the sound off.