The Ghost Writer

I must say, I am a wee bit conflicted with this film. You see, as a passionate film goer, over the years I have learned certain inalienable truths. Number one – Keanu Reaves is the worst actor alive and should never EVER be paid to do anything on film. Number two – there are a lot of assholes in Hollywood. Tinsel town breeds its’ own unique and very special kind of douchebag. I have never watched a Woody Allen movie and never will no matter how good a director people think he is. The guy’s a creepy self absorbed sexual deviant and I will not spend my money supporting the vehicle that enables his behaviour.

Any list of celebrity pigfuckers has to place Roman Polanski right at the very top. This keebler elf child raping motherfucker has not only lived in exile from the law, he keeps getting millions and millions of dollars to make movies from an industry willing to excuse his abhorrent behaviour. Yes, I know it was 30+ years ago that he drugged and sodomized a 13 year old girl, but what does history tell us? Pedophilia has a 100% recidivism rate. Powerful people have powerful friends and I can guarantee you, his tiny little prick has found it’s way up the unconscious asshole of more than just one underage girl. We just haven’t heard about it yet.

I don’t care how good a director this guy is, I will not recommend this movie. I watched it only because I had no idea he directed it until I watched the credits. My thoughts on the movie before I knew a convicted rapist was paid millions to make it? It’s a smart, well paced murder mystery with a political undercurrent in keeping with film’s inherent mistrust of government and the CIA. Ewen MacGregor plays a ghost writer brought in to finish the memoirs of disgraced former British PM Pierce Brosnan after the original ghost writer is found dead. To ease his potentially burdened conscious, they offer him $250,000 for a month’s work plus expenses.

Olivia Williams plays Brosnan’s beleaguered wife Ruth, who must deal with the open infidelity her hubby shares with British-for- the- purposes- of- this- movie- only Kim Cattrall. Suspicion is cast on everybody except MacGregor regarding the death of the original ghost, and the main unanswered question is what secret was uncovered that made his murder necessary. There’s an urgency to the pace of the movie, and the acting was fine (except for Cattrall. Really – couldn’t they find a British actress with no moral compass willing to take money to work with an infamous child rapist?), but really, it all boils down to this: are you willing to keep paying money to support Polanski’s freedom? Is your own entertainment so valuable that you can overlook who made it?

I won’t. This film gets no rating.