![]() That's what "Infamous" starts off to be, a story about Capote as a denizen of an upper-crust milieu, peopled with names that were once semi-famous because of their wealth and style and the more famous names they once knew, or at least talked about over cocktails. Why shouldn't there be a fizzy, comedic take on the naughty adventures of the Park Avenue gadabout as he fashioned In Cold Blood, coming after Richard Brooks' spare black-and-white 1967 of the "nonfiction novel," and Bennett Miller's somber character study in "Capote" (2005) in which the artist creates a work of art that demands the death of the thing he loves - not just Perry Smith, the murderer with whom Capote was allegedly smitten, but his own creative self? Why not a movie that concentrates on the contrast between the writer's frivolous party-boy side and the brutal murders in Kansas, the exotic and colorful tropical specimin who becomes a fish-out-of water when he jumps from his luxurious highrise swan pond into the Midwestern plains? That in itself is fine, and for the first half hour or so of "Infamous" I found myself thinking: "Why not?" In answer to the dual portraits of Hitchcock in these two very middling movies, I quote Kipling via Hitchcock, a line briefly, almost subliminally visible at the racetrack in Strangers On A Train: "And treat those two impostors just the same."Infamous" is that other Truman Capote movie, and it plays like doodles in the margins of last year's " Capote" - more Answered Prayers than In Cold Blood. Now the shoe is on the other foot: Vertigo finally knocks off Citizen Kane in the Sight & Sound poll and then, not months later, Spoto, at one remove, has his teeth in the Old Man's ass once again. The Paramount Five rerelease was a masterstroke: a massive shoring-up of his already mighty reputation – from beyond the grave! Great self-promotion, and characteristically macabre to boot. ![]() Sure, Hitchcock was the master of suspense (that phrase makes for the funniest joke in the Hopkins movie), but more than that he was the master of self-promotion his TV shows, magazines and Three Investigators books keeping him popular deep into the 70s. The biography was published – to widespread disgust and disappointment, much of it unfairly misdirected at Spoto – only a few months before the 1983 rerelease of five movies made at Paramount in the 50s, including the masterworks Rear Window and Vertigo. I always thought Hitchcock had got the better of Spoto. But an improbable near-affair is confected for Alma to give the movie the narrative engine it otherwise lacks, and instead it drains the life from it. There's a cute framing device using the director's "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" opening and closing monologues, and I exulted in little jokes, like seeing Helen Mirren's Alma Hitchcock (a joke of the wrong sort, sadly, unlike Imelda Staunton's much more plausible Alma in The Girl) clad in exactly the same bra-slip combo that Janet Leigh wears in Psycho's opening scene. Hitchcock is based on Stephen Rebello's 1990 revelatory book, Alfred Hitchcock And The Making Of Psycho, but few of its virtues are in the film. He doesn't look much like Hitchcock, but Hopkins forges on with the same commitment that made his Nixon and Picasso so dramatically persuasive this is the "genial, pinkly beaming" Hitch of Luis Buñuel's fond recollection late in life. Now we are granted Anthony Hopkins's far sunnier version. ![]() The film offered the first of our two Hitchcocks in the squat and toadly form of Toby Jones, who gamely captured Hitchcock's waddle and his occasional reversion in accent to a Dickensian riverside guttersnipe, and dwelt more often than not in the "macabre" end of our understanding of the director. It's only been a couple of months since the release of The Girl, based on Donald Spoto's 1983 biography and centring on its saddest, grimiest revelations – namely, Hitchcock's harassment of Tippi Hedren as they made The Birds and Marnie. Seems like it's always a one-two punch with Alfred Hitchcock. ![]()
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