Tough one. If this were open to TV shows, though, this would be easy--The West Wing was solely responsible for getting me interested in politics.

This is another cop-out, in that this film didn't really change my opinion about something, but I did come to a sudden realization coming out of the movie theater.
I loved this movie--still do--but when I first watched I found it almost unbearably dark. My grandparents were in town for Thanksgiving and my entire family went to The Art to go see Capote. During the movie I just kept sinking lower and lower into my seat. "This is so bleak," I thought, "so heavy. I can't believe we brought my grandparents to it." After the credits rolled, we all came out of the theater and my grandfather said, "Well, that was quite good. So. What's for dinner?"
I realized that people can watch the same movie and have completely different viewing experiences. Perhaps at the time it didn't help that I had just written something that drew its inspiration from other peoples' pain. Maybe I identified too much with Capote's dilemna. Maybe not enough.
Also, I love Catherine Keener as Harper Lee, so I had to include this one way or another. :)
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