Remember that completely unnecessary 2006 film, about Truman Capote investigating the Clutter killings in Kansas as research for his non-fiction novel In Cold Blood, coming one year after Bennett Miller's Oscar-winning Capote, a film about the exact same thing? Of course you don't, because nobody went to see it. But if they had, they'd have found Daniel Craig playing against type as Perry Smith, an awkwardly charming ragamuffin type who also happens to be a volatile serial killer. Is there any point in seeing Infamous if you've already seen Capote? Not really - Miller's movie is far superior - but there's still excellence to be found in Craig's performance. As Smith, Craig is alternately vulnerable and menacing, not even strictly playing the film's villain, as director Douglas McGrath treats Smith with a sympathetic eye. But then there is that scene where Craig becomes more intimidating than he's ever been and prepares to rape Toby Jones, pretty much confirming his latent psycho status in case the four murders hadn't already done that.
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