[film] Peter Bradshaw reviews Capote … ‘[In Cold Blood] virtually invented the modern genre of reportage. The true-life nature of his subject – the brutal slaying of a farmer’s family in Kansas – had a horrible, unacknowledged sexiness that polite literary fiction could not match; reality gave it ballast and sinew, and Capote awarded himself the novelist’s licence to intuit feelings, ideas, moods. Readers then as now struggled to see how the metropolitan gadfly who wrote Breakfast at Tiffany’s could have moved on to this. It was as if Audrey Hepburn has stopped singing Moon River and taken a chainsaw to George Peppard. How the heck had this aesthete-weakling armwrestled American reality into submission?’
Peter Bradshaw on Capote
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I read that article on the same day as the Ken Livingstone fiasco and noticed the telling line ‘With unthinkable lack of decency, and brilliant journalistic flair’. Bradshaw seems to be saying it’s perfectly acceptable for a hack to act like an arsehole in pursit of a good story. If this is how journalists think of their trade and don’t even think this amorality is something to be ashamed of, then what possesses them to think they are EVER entitled to an apology from the general public?
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