
Watched DVD. When Roman Polanski isn't roofieing 12 year old girls, he makes a movie once in a while. Of course, all the stars and artists vividly defend him, though it is only as long as he roofies the daughters of ambitious, peasant stage mothers, and not theirs. Of course, he fled to France, where roofieing 12 year olds is laughably chic.
"The Ghost Writer" is a decent thriller, and the style hearkens back a bit in appearance and pacing to the magnificent "Chinatown." The threads unfold, but then it is always too late, and tragic denouement a la Polanski bites. Not a great deal of violence in this one, but plenty of tension. McGregor's character keeps doing things that seem outlandishly dumass and risky and you have to ask "why the hell doesn't he leave well enough alone", especially because his predecessor died under mysterious circumstances. You just can't keep the dodos from walking down those dark alleys alone in the movies.
Gorgeous cinematography. Enough twists to keep things interesting in a faux-America New England produced presumably somewhere on the French coast.
Ewan McGregor is a writer hired to tail a Tony Blair-like British Prime Minister played by a chilly Pierce Brosnan and complete the autobiography unfinished by the recently deceased ghost writer. Facts emerge to pique his curiosity as the Prime Minister undergoes protests and press scrutiny over alleged human rights violations. Things get complicated, then scary.
Check it out.














