Truman’s Coldest Blood: Infamous & Capote

DATELINE:  Capote’s Clutter Story

Oscar Capote (Hoffman)

With a dozen years passing since Bennett Miller’s brilliant movie called Capote, we chose to look at it again. There were two Truman movies that year: competing for attention.

We felt at the time that Infamous with Toby Jones as Capote writing his non-fictive novel was the better. Phillip Seymour Hoffman won the Oscar.

We wished that the two films had mixed casts. It seems each had good points. We remain impressed with Hoffman’s work as Capote. A big man, he managed to convey a sense of the elfin Truman.  Jones was already the right size, being tiny.

Clifton Collins, Jr., remains so impressive in his work as Perry Smith, the sensitive killer with whom Capote seems to have fallen in love. Casting Daniel Craig in the other movie seems an odd choice. He was all wrong.

As in each movie, there is nothing more cold-blooded than a writer and his greatest work of literature. Don’t ever get between them.

Hoffman’s fey Capote has a ruthless, cold, hypocritical soul. He lies repeatedly to the killers of the Clutter family to gain their trust. Perhaps the two brutal murderers did not deserve much more than a lying hypocrite to befriend them.

Capote and his friend Harper Lee (also so well done by Catherine Keener) spend hours in Kansas doing research. Without her, Capote might not have a book—and he was less than supportive of her work, To Kill a Mockingbird, that she wrote even as she gave Truman her assistance.

We preferred Jeff Daniels as the detective on the case, though Chris Cooper is soberly affecting.

In the end, Capote did not want to discuss much with the killers until they gave him his ending and confessed how they did their murders. He also could not publish his book until they were executed. So, he simply stopped helping them find lawyers—and truly wanted them dead.

The flamboyant joke that Truman ultimately became likely came from his work on that book and his self-disgust. He never finished another book during the 20 years he lived after the execution of Perry Smith.

We still prefer the other Capote movie, Infamous, as a total movie experience, we must again give kudos to Capote as a film with impact and lasting emotional pain.

Whatever Happened to Tom Brady?

DATELINE:  Transforming the Legend

together truman & tom 

YIKES!

A number of observers of Boston sports have contacted us to ask this disturbing question. Has Tom Brady turned into Truman Capote?

Whatever can they mean? Well, a few wags and others are suggesting that Tom Brady is undergoing a social morphing that is most peculiar.

We have been told that Tom is turning into Truman like Dr. Jekyll becoming Mr. Hyde.

We don’t mean “Give’em Hell, Harry,” Truman, but we are thinking along the terms of Breakfast at Tiffany’s Truman.

Tom may be dining with the swells of fashion and hoi polloi beyond the Neanderthal world of Gronk.

How is it possible that Tom Brady, tall and svelte, could be changing into Truman Capote, short and dumpy?

A few wags blame the transformation on his wife, Giselle.

You can say we are guilty of murder in cold blood when we put Tom and Truman together side-by-side.

From natty poses to languorous layouts, the twins of metrosexuality tends to stun us.

lounge lizards

Early on, Tom mimicked one of Truman’s old book covers: the controversial, come-hither coach-potato look.

What’s even more appalling is how much Giselle and Tom pose together like any anonymous woman and Truman.

couples

You may rest assured: we are on this case like a sleuth hound dog and will send you regular updates as warranted.

 

 

Anticipated NFL Playoff Awards

DATELINE: Follies

How much hubris can we cram into one 250-word bloggette? No one asked, but we are ahead of deflated balls every time.

We are giving our playoff notable achievement awards before a downy flake of Wildcard Weekend gives us a penalty for unsportsmanlike conduct.

SURPRISE PLAYER OF THE PLAYOFFS:

Without distinction, Robert Griffin III wins this by managing to bring his team into this year’s playoff mix by not playing at all.

Congratulations to RGIII—and may he help his next team as much.

 

2015’s FOLLIES:

Move over Ziegfeld, we have a series of scandals and NFL drivel that has not stopped anyone so far. Thanks to Deflate-gate, Whistle-gate, and now HGH-gate, we have a combo chorus and conga line dominating the playoff contenders.

IRONY OF 2015:

We bestow this award on a man the NFL has designated as their heavy hitter of HGH. We think Peyton Manning deserves the award for having stem cells inserted into his neck, taken from his own fat cells. Well-done, Pizza-Maven!

F.O.P. of the YEAR:

O-BJ is the F.O.P. of choice. Odell Beckham, Jr., has managed to outdo and outplay and out out every damn spot on the Giants playoff hopes. Too bad he isn’t in the play-outs. He is the man we choose for an outing with every Sundae with jimmies on top of O-BJ. F.O.P. means Funny Odd People.

BURLESQUE STAR OF 2015:

Johnny Football Manziel has managed to add insult to injury. With Vegas vacations while on the injured list, high speed domestic fights in his luxury car, and boozing like he has affluenza, Johnny Manziel should never see a playoff game from the inside during his career.

COMEDY TEAM OF 2015:

We wanted to make this a coin toss between Miami Dolphins and Cleveland Browns, but our coin of the realm is counterfeit and the NFL refs have botched the award. Houston will represent them in the playoffs.

DOUBLE-ENTENDRE OF 2015:

Formerly known as the Mae West award, this prestigious honor goes to the man who tried to one-up the late Truman Capote by posing for animal crackers in his spare time.  Tom Brady has the chutzpah to imitate the pose that won universal condemnation for Capote at the start of his career. It is duck soup for Brady at the end of his.

 

There you have it, fans—our playoff awards for a season in hell. Who knows what the playoff games will give us? And at this point, who cares?

Tom Brady Trumps Truman Capote in Photo Competition

erotic poses?

Leave it to GQ Magazine to set up Tom Brady in a way that Roger Goodell wishes he could. We are almost agog waiting for Tom’s next act in the swim suit competition.

The sexy man of the year has outdone a controversial pose that practically ruined the career of Truman Capote in 1949. Yup, taking that languid look on his book jacket made Truman a laughingstock and brought forth cries of “Dandy!” They may have actually said much worse.

Tom Brady is revisiting the look almost 70 years later, and he looks almost as ridiculous as Capote. If they are selling something, the price is beyond what most fans are willing to pay.

Gore Vidal loathed the Capote pose, and we are waiting to hear what Tom’s archrival, Peyton Manning, has to say about this sofa cushion pinup boy.

Now, we admit we expect this sort of model behavior from Gronk—and we fully expect it from Julian Edelman, though he might try it buck naked.

Fans will no doubt weigh in on Tom’s daring position out of the pocket.

If anything, we must say that time is kinder today to men who want to flaunt what they have.

Capote made new fans with his photo way back when—and we expect that a friendly new following will be adoring Tom Brady as the next gamecock.

Other Voices, Other Rooms, Other Writers

DATELINE: Movie Mashup

By no coincidence, the production company that gave us Truman Capote’s slight novella in film version is called Golden Eye Productions.

Reflections in a Golden Eye is the grotesque and decadent novella by Carson McCullers that helped to create the dreamy Gothic world of Southern decadence.

Miss McCullers blazed the trail that flame throwers like Tennessee Williams immediately followed in the early 1940s.

Later in the process came the world of Truman Capote in that decade. In 1995, long after the film versions of McCullers and Williams shocked audiences with their bizarre antics of sensitive and poetic souls in despair, we find Capote’s most peculiar work mis-produced for the screen.

This slight film surely could not have come earlier. It features a fey Randolph, a reclusive Blanche du Bois-styled man, more a drama queen than Stanley Kowalski could have stomached putting moves on Tom Sawyer (not Huck Finn as Capote wished in interviews).

The run-down mansion in the bayou seems more out of Faulkner, but the mistaken tones of an actor imitating the voice of Capote tries hard (and fails) to make this another A Christmas Memory.

A marvelous young actor David Speck plays the Capote boy stand-in, and he is hypnotic to watch.  Lothaire Bluteau plays Randolph Skully and makes every scene drip with latent pedophilia. It is uncomfortable at best with Anna Thomson as the partner-in-crime female Amy Skully.

Not all child abuse is physical or sexual, as this story unfolds with a kind of slow motion down the drain. And, most of the overt sexual tension of the original story has been watered down with it.

Though we hoped to enjoy David Rocksavage’s adaptation of Capote, we found ourselves in need of fresh air and a hot shower after viewing.