I finally got a chance to see Capote
, which I expected to like a little and turned out to like a lot. The title is deceptive; you expect a soapy biopic but what you get is a tight morality play about the techniques Truman Capote used to put together his classic book In Cold Blood
It's a movie designed to spark debate: was Truman Capote a jerk or a hero for the way he manipulated everybody to get his story? You'll have to answer that question for yourself, and you'll enjoy doing so. Philip Seymour Hoffman does a great job with the lead role; in fact, he disappears so completely into the role that no trace of Philip Seymour Hoffman is visible at all (this is something few Hollywood actors can pull off). I especially liked the parts where he tells the sheriff his scarf came from Bergdorf Goodman, where he sits with the murderer in jail and feeds him baby food, where he drunkenly refuses to say anything nice to Harper Lee about To Kill A Mockingbird
Now that I've watched the DVD, I can make sense out of a controversy that's been brewing in the New Yorker magazine for the past few weeks. One of the main characters in Capote
is the legendary New Yorker
editor-in-chief William Shawn, and the magazine has now published several complaints
that the film's portrayal of this legendary publishing figure is an insult and a throwaway.
David Denby, Wallace Shawn (the editor's son, and a notable writer/actor) and the other objectors are probably correct. William Shawn is played by Bob Balaban, the nerdy character actor who played the NBC television executive (based on Warren Littlefield) in Seinfeld
, then varied the persona only slightly in Waiting for Guffman
and A Mighty Wind
. The latter two movies are excellent comedies, and Balaban may be a good actor for all anybody knows, but he shows up in Capote
with the same mannerisms, the same expressions, the same voice and the same posture he used in every other movie or tv show, and I don't blame the friends and family of the late William Shawn for feeling shortchanged.
A quick look at William Shawn's life
makes clear that he is nothing like the fussy, business-minded bureaucrat Balaban plays. In Cold Blood
is only one of many important books this editor nurtured; Hiroshima
and Catcher in the Rye
are two others. One can only imagine how the filmmakers made this casting decision. "Who's this character?" "Some magazine editor." "Call Balaban."
So predictable. Just like Geoffrey Rush, who they've been squeezing into feathery leotards for every historical epic about Elizabethean England made in the last fifteen years. Or poor Jim Broadbent, who was so absolutely brilliant as W. S. Gilbert in Topsy-Turvy
, but who's since allowed himself to be cast in every movie ever made that needed a chubby old bearded guy with a funny accent (British, French, who the hell cares?). Balaban has become the latest of this type, and it really is a shame that a subtle and powerful literary giant like William Shawn should get played by a character actor so dull he couldn't even be funny on Seinfeld
But at the same time, it would also be a shame if the filmmakers' one casting misstep were to reflect badly on the entire film. Maybe there's even something appropriate about the fact that Truman Capote, who was never known for willfully sharing a spotlight, should crowd all the other characters out of the movie that bears his name.