According to the movie, adapted from Gerald Clarke's book by Dan Futterman, Capote is pretty much undone by the experience. A closing note reveals that following the publication of
In Cold Blood, Capote became a superstar and never wrote another book. Instead, he essentially drank himself to death, at 59. The film allows glimpses of Capote's struggles with the dilemmas before him -- he self-medicates, resists responsibility for the emotional havoc he's wreaking, won't take Perry's collect calls, and argues with Jack.
Still, he seeks salvation -- or sustained celebrity -- in his dazzling new book. "If I leave here without understanding you," he tells Perry during one of their last meetings, "the world will see you as a monster. I don't want that." But what Capote wants is his story, understanding filtered through his own genius. That story reveals the dangers of journalism in search of authenticity and based in intimacy. It also reveals the monster Capote sees in himself -- or more accurately, the monster the movie sees him seeing.