Darling & Capote

Darling just never really made a connection with me. Maybe it was that it is in the fine tradition of the Angry Young (Wo)Man movies of the 50s and 60s in England, most of which have aged terribly since their release. I can respect the acting, the writing, and the directing, but it all just seems like way too much 60s to be entirely worth watching. Maybe it was the length of the film, and the deliberate pace that made me not think it's brilliant. Or maybe it was just that I just wanted to smack Diana Scott for being a total idiot.

Capote has excellent performances from both Philip Seymour Hoffman and Catherine Keener. It's important, because otherwise, it would suffer immensely from comparisons to In Cold Blood. Robert Blake is much better than Clifton Collins, Jr, though, so that movie still has that bit of acting going for it. Then again, no one plays murderer better than Robert Blake. Maybe O.J. Simpson. Plus, that one was a gorgeous film, while this one suffers in comparison. Hoffman clearly deserved his Oscar, and it's a shame that Keener was against Rachel Weisz, or else she should have won. The movie is excellent, and there is no way that Crash could have been better than this. Or Good Night and Good Luck, or Syriana, or...