Narrated by Truman Capote. Emmy Award winning adaptation of Capote's recollection of his youth in the rural South during the Depression. Later released in the anthology film Trilogy (1969) along with two other Capote adaptations by Frank and Eleanor Perry.
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This is our last Christmas together. Life separates us. Those-who-know-best decide that I belong in a military school. And so follows a miserable succession of bugle-blowing prisons, grim reveille-ridden summer camps. I have a new home, too... but it doesn't count. Home is where my friend is, and there I never go. And there she remains, puttering around the kitchen. Alone with Queenie. Then alone.
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Queer Film Challenge (2022): #3: A film written by, based on a story by, about, or featuring Truman Capote
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One of those niche old movies that our family always watched around Christmas that I found dreadfully boring until I was old enough to appreciate it.
It’s a strangely personal movie — Truman Capote and my late grandfather couldn’t have been more different as adults, but their childhoods as practical orphans in rural Alabama during the Depression were awfully similar. Watching this is the way we remember him around this time of year. I hope someone loved him the way Sook loved Buddy.
I’ve read a lot about and by Capote this year, too, which adds another dimension. Poor young Truman, locked in those hotel rooms for all those nights :(
Lovely adaptation of the Truman Capote short story based on his own childhood, with narration from the man himself. Gentle, sweet and delightful - this is just under an hour of Christmas movie magic.
a family classic. few things make me as sad as thinking about Truman Capote for too long. he, and this story, break my heart.
“I have a new home too. But it doesn’t count. Home is where my friend is, and there I never go.”
This kid actor getting to be BFFs with Geraldine Page is not fair. I wanna get drunk on whiskey at the age of 12 with her, bake filthy disgusting fruit cakes for the president and make trash kites while Truman Capote narrates sounding like Droopy the dog cartoon.
Lovely version of Truman Capote's sweet, sad story with the great Geraldine Page perfectly cast, and little Donnie Melvin just as good. Gives you the feels.
A touching wonderful made for TV movie narrated by Truman Capote and taken from a short story about a time in his youth in the South during the Depression.
We watch this one every year.
An interesting curio, but I think the appeal of this (which seems to have been something of a sensation at the time) is somewhat lost on me. I think some of it's just morbid fascination that such an erudite intellectual as Truman Capote had such a humble upbringing. Or whatever. I mean, Geraldine Page is very good in it, but there's really not much to it other than that.
This would subsequently be released as (I think) the final segment of the omnibus film Trilogy, which partners it up with a pair of other Truman Capote adaptations helmed by Frank Perry.
This movie is so quaint and so specifically moving. Needless to say, Truman Capote is a fucking writing king. Geraldine Paige absolutely knocks it out of the park. It’s not easy to find, but if you can I completely recommend it. I cry every time.
This TV movie is an adaptation of an absolutely beautiful piece of fiction that I read every year around this time. Unfortunately, I don't think it stands up especially well against the short story. Knowing that writer Truman Capote was involved in this adaptation (and provides the narration), I did appreciate the scenes that don't appear in the story. They feel like deleted but relevant scenes from the story, including a visit to the supermarket to buy fruitcake ingredients and a family singing of 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing' on Xmas morning. Capote's narration misses the mark, I'm afraid. He sounds like he's reading the story in front of an audience and, as a narration, some of it just doesn't…
Fuck this fucking shit. I love Geraldine Page to bits but this left me crying for half an hour and wanting so bad to spend this Christmas with my family & friends.
It's a poignant little story that reminds me of all the best parts of my childhood Christmas celebrations. Me wondering how Santa was able to sneak in 3 goldfishes and an entire aquarium inside the house, the weird tradition of having a KFC bucket of fried chicken instead of ham, the (mostly) naked Christmas tree with my fam's blindingly gold, dilapidated belen, I can keep going on... Honestly I'm still a bit bummed that with this pandemic, I won't be able to go back until next year probably, but I hope my first celebration alone won't be too bad. Really hoping!!!
