Your weekly Armondism.

In my silence, I bet some of you haven't been keeping up with your weekly Armond White film crit. Shame on you. To remedy the situation, here's a dose of Capote-hate:

Hoffman's entire performance is on his knees (begging), utilizing his perpetual albino aura. Not just a new Dustin Hoffman, he's our Charles Laughton doing more acting than others would dare and more than is necessary. Director Bennett Miller closes in on every tic (even Catherine Keener's humdrum turn as Capote's beard among the Midwestern rubes). Capote won't be complete until Hoffman makes his Oscar season rounds, burnishing the shameless display. Blame Roger Ebert (Hoffman's next role?) for overpraising Monster. Now all SAG's a madhouse.

Feel the burn, Ebs. Buuuuurn.