It usually takes me a while to process movies. A few hours at least, although sometimes I need to sleep on it. And so, I have no shame in telling you that after viewing “Ghost Writer” it took me few minutes before the bulb went on and I realized that Roman Polanski made a movie on location in Cape Cod, without leaving Europe.
Cute trick, if you can pull it off. Polanski did.
I was sitting there, totally sucked in by the illusion that everything had been shot on location. I made a mental note to email my sister just outside of Boston, telling her to be sure and see the film. A few hours later it occurred to me that Polanski was the director.
My in-depth and thoughtful analysis is that it’s pretty good. Better than many. Maybe even better than most. Yes, I’m going with that. Better than most. I have a couple of issues with the plot and things slowed down a bit in spots, but not enough to stop me from recommending the film which has a sort of contemporized film noir sinister darkness about it.
Without giving it all away, it deals with the question of why a British Prime Minister would back the moves of a U.S. President when the rest of the world refuses to go along for the ride. Ring any bells? Like Tony Blair and Dubya Bush?
I just sent that email to my sister.