One of my favorite movies is Capote. It’s a gripping portrayal of Truman Capote’s yadda yadda yadda, but what I really like is how SMOKING HOT Catherine Keener is as Harper Lee. Oh yes. The best way for me to explain this to you would probably be to say that it’s similar to how I imagine how you, dear reader, feel about Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. I don’t care who you are; I’m sure you have good feelings about that.
I was considering watching this fine cinematic venture the other night, and did a little impulsive googling, which yielded one of the most incredible film reviews I have seen in a long while. Behold this excerpt, all emphasis mine:
Truman had a lot of friends: homosexual, black-what have you, including the woman female novelist Harper Lee with whom he had a lesbian relationship. Wearing an unflattering wig, Catherine Keener’s Harper Lee was a volcano of seething lesbian ambition. The way Philip Seymour Hoffman pursed his lips while slurping on a Tom Collins really captured the character of this homosexual bon vivant like a photograph. It was almost eerie. Hoffman played this role with the relish of a born homosexual. He has said in interviews that he took up acting to meet girls after a football injury, but we don’t buy it. We know a homosexual when we see it!
I was both saddened and unsurprised to find that the dynamic duo responsible for this were composing in the vein of satire, but their prose still thrills. I will be hanging my hat upon the phrase, “a volcano of seething lesbian ambition,” for a long time to come!
