Cinematic Nitrous Oxide
My Wife and I decided in an effort to combat the total crap that is infiltrating our cable we should watch more movies. The goal is to not waste so much time getting sucked into watching the boob tube and waste our time watching quality entertainment. I eagerly came up with suggestions like Star Wars and the Search for the Holy Grail. After a blank stare my Wife explained what she meant by “movies.” What she would like to do is watch all the movies that were nominated for Academy Awards for 2005. Being a good husband I agreed to this despite my reservations for the Academy’s history of award winning films. I don’t follow it very closely but it seems to me that most nominated films are very boring or foreign (or a combination of both). I decided to go in with the attitude that they must be nominated for a reason, right? To kick of the festivities my wife brought home Capote. Now you will get to share my pain.
First, I have to say I knew nothing about Capote or who he was before this movie. I thought his named kind of sounded Italian so I was secretly hoping to see some mafia thuggery. Man was I wrong.
It turns out Capote was a gay writer with a squeaky voice. The movie follows Truman Capote as he researches a story about the murder of a family in Kansas. He travels to Kansas and proceeds to bore me for 113 minutes. The director seems to like showing us trees with no leaves. Riveting. There is a hanging at the end which was not a nice thing to watch while I was fighting to stay awake. I really can’t think of anything at all that I found enjoyable about this movie. It is a steaming pile of donkey crap.
Philip Seymour Hoffman portrays Capote and he seems to be nearly comatose. That must have been what he was going for because he won best actor for that tour de force. Perhaps if I had stayed awake during the whole movie I may have found something good. Probably not. Unless you have insomnia or get excited watching Al Gore speak, do not rent this blight on entertainment.
I can’t wait until the next movie.
First, I have to say I knew nothing about Capote or who he was before this movie. I thought his named kind of sounded Italian so I was secretly hoping to see some mafia thuggery. Man was I wrong.
It turns out Capote was a gay writer with a squeaky voice. The movie follows Truman Capote as he researches a story about the murder of a family in Kansas. He travels to Kansas and proceeds to bore me for 113 minutes. The director seems to like showing us trees with no leaves. Riveting. There is a hanging at the end which was not a nice thing to watch while I was fighting to stay awake. I really can’t think of anything at all that I found enjoyable about this movie. It is a steaming pile of donkey crap.
Philip Seymour Hoffman portrays Capote and he seems to be nearly comatose. That must have been what he was going for because he won best actor for that tour de force. Perhaps if I had stayed awake during the whole movie I may have found something good. Probably not. Unless you have insomnia or get excited watching Al Gore speak, do not rent this blight on entertainment.
I can’t wait until the next movie.
posted by The Silver Fox at 13:53
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