Tom Hollander is terrific as Capote but the production, as a whole, put me to sleep. It's not a story about scandal. It's just about the times. The sixties. Elegant women. Cafe life. But nothing really happens. Not really. Tons of atmosphere, lots of porn-like shots of food. But the secrets? The destruction Capote supposedly created on these superficially perfect lives? We don't see it. Not really. The cameras linger. The women are limpid and languid. And exchangeable. Big deal actors are left to do very little but sit and stare. We do see a tiny and sanitized snapshot of Capote's life. But the audience is never allowed to pull back the curtain and see the reasons behind the manipulations. We don't see any of the big bad events Truman exposes. They are simply talked about. Whispered about, really, over roast duck en glace. Even the rage, unlike in the previous season of Duel, is muted. I'd watch Hollander again, but overall, this one left me with a big yawn. If you are going to do a story of privilege, at least give us some real emotion.
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