Infamous

In the captivating Infamous, Toby Jones appears to have summoned forth the long-dead spirit of Truman Capote. He deftly portrays that storytelling dervish, delighting his high-society friends in New York and widening the peepers of the squares in Kansas with equal aplomb … and beating Alvin Dewey, the lead investigator of the Clutter killings, in arm-wrestling (he beat Bogart, too). But in his pursuit of the story that would shape his masterpiece In Cold Blood, Truman will, as we know, fall far from that place he attained in the literary firmament, and the result is devastating. Philip Seymour Hoffman and the makers of Capote should thank their lucky stars that their film was released first, since Jones’ performance, and this film itself, spins wicked little cartwheels around that lugubrious production. Simply put, Infamous is an amazement, and not to be missed.