I hated that song in 1995. I hated this movie in 1995. Neither has changed for me in 2016 on that front. I think it's because if it had been made just a few years later when the worst of the film censorship was finally, blessedly lifted, we could have gotten a much more honest adaptation of what Capote wrote. Instead this is a film for people who like that old Hollywood era but all the worst parts of it. I just loathe its childishness around topics that are for grownups. They can do as many clever short hands as they want, but the lady was a whore and no one can just come out and say it and own it. It rings so false to me. Hepburn is gorgeous but she's got no power over me. This film has no power over me.