"I Frankly Don't See What All The Fuss Is About."

I flopped down to watch the Big 12 championship and after the first four series I started looking for the VHS of the 1996 Fiesta Bowl. After several minutes of searching in vain I noticed the copy of Capote that I'd picked up for seven bucks last week. I taped the game; I'll watch it tomorrow and mourn in full. I was totally taken in by the movie.

An artistic triumph on the perversity of the artistic process. A masterful execution (no pun intended) of spare writing, spare acting and spare cinematography. Exceptional.