I wanted to like the movie Capote but in truth I found myself bored through large stretches. Aesthetically it was pretty well-done, but the story maybe needed some extra editing. This isn’t one of those straight-up book vs. movies cases, as the stories are from the same source but diﬀerent perspectives — the movie a story about Capote writing the book and the book absent of Capote’s personality and interactions with the town entirely. That said, the prose in the book is often quite stunning, but there are, much like the movie, long chapters that I trudged through; so perhaps the movie and the book are pretty close in their impact. Overall, the book felt like a better use of time than the movie, perhaps because Catherine Keener was such a distracting Harper Lee.