I have 94 per cent recall of all conversation. I tested it myself.

Just a quick one, y'know, a capsule review as they call it. Just finished watching Capote. After seeing clips of this film, I thought I would have trouble getting past what appeared to me to be an impression of Truman Capote Phillip Seymour Hoffman's, complete with the squealy southern accent and iffeminate moves. How wrong could I be. By the end of the movie, I was damning him for his wretched cold blooded humanity and his guilt and shame over his own lack of compassion. There was no Hoffman, only Capote, therefore this is probably Hoffman's best performance and ergo, he should get the Oscar, screw everyone else. If nothing else, it's for Scotty J.

This is the template for which all other biopics should be measured. Most people don't understand how to make a compelling biopic and span an entire from birth to day (such as Chaplin), completely wasting our time in the process, boring us senseless and in the end just becomes too damned wieldy. It's like telling 12 seperate stories when you should be telling one damned story. This film is short, sharp and too the bloody point. It only covers a few years of Capote's life, after Breakfast At Tiffany's when he first hears about the murders to just after the execution of the murderers a few years later.

Director Bennett Miller's first feature film is a economy of style, an assured debut. His only previous film was a documentary, and that may have been a fertile training ground for this subject matter. All of the other actors give strong low-key performances, although it's disconcerting to see Catherine Keener in such a diluted, muted role.