I honestly cannot remember the last time a movie horrified me so deeply. No amount of alcohol could block out that kind of psychological warfare, as Truman knew all too well. I have never had a trained eye for cinematography, but many elements stood out to me in Capote. For instance, the distant shots of the rather minimalist art forms of landscapes reminded me of the impressionistic era, such as the shot of a light sky and line of bare trees across the screen--pure and simple, naked and beautiful. These shots brought a lingering beauty to the dark story of the film, a much appreciated contrast.
A shot of a long black train coupled with the Truman’s unique voice had a great effect of personalizing the movie. The lead and ink height chart in the Clutter house also had a significant impact on me, making the Clutter family's story painfully more mentally tangible.
Another shot I was particularly fond of was when Perry Smith was being escorted by policemen through a crowd where Truman and Lee were standing. A slow motion shot panned out over the two as they steadily looked on amongst other faces, lights from the paparazzi illuminating them like angels with the pounding "cahchh" of the cameras appropriately accompanying the frame.
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