I wanted to see this every since I saw Capote a couple years ago. And now I've seen it. And it was damn good.
A line in Ebert's review describes it best (paraphrased): "If this movie were a work of fiction, its themes would be obvious. But it is not a work of fiction."
Its interesting because the movie creates a lot of sympathy for one of the two killers, and by the end I felt sympathy for him. But he still deserved to die. Interesting how you can have two conflicting feelings about one person, maybe like the killer felt about his victims: "I thought Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman...I thought so right up to the time I cut his throat."
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