The best way to gauge a great acting performance is for you to spend the entire length of the film you're watching believing that you're seeing THAT character up on screen, not just the actor whose playing him. That's what you get with Philip Seymour Hoffman as Truman Capote. He becomes Truman Capote as DeNiro became Lamotta. It's a total transformation in which the actor gets lost inside the character and it pays dividends in the final product.
The film is basically a look at the making of Truman Capote's masterpiece book In Cold Blood, the story of two drifters who murder a family in a Kansas farmhouse in late 1959. It starts out as a simple magazine article, but the idea explodes as Capote's relationship with one of the men becomes closer and his obsession with the book grows deeper.
Capote is an emotional film, yet there are no happy endings. There's no happiness at all. The film is more a document of what Capote did to get his masterpiece and what he paid when he got it. Two sides and the demons fighting each other back and forth. And Hoffman gives us all of that in all of its detail and shows us how a sad story can become even sadder.
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