Ghost Writer!

Title: Ghost Writer

Director: Roman Polanski

Screenplay By: Robert Harris and Roman Polanski

Starring: Ewan MacGregor, Kim Cattrall, James Belushi and Pierce Brosnan

There’s something eerie about “Ghost Writer” not eerie like Twilight Zone eerie, but more like finding a copy of the Bible on Jackie Selebi’s book shelf or seeing an interracial homosexual couple in the MacDonald’s in Stellenbosch. It’s not bizarre but it definitely makes you question your sobriety.

The films narrative follows the trail of “The ghost” (Ewan MacGregor) who’s tasked with ghost writing the memoirs of Adam Lang (Pierce Brosnan) former British Prime Minister. I know what you’re thinking, “the ghost? Really?” But he really is a ghost occupying fantastic empty spaces with his pen and paper and witty turn of phrase. The film is set in the Cape Cod, Massachusetts specifically Martha’s Vineyard, and anyone who’s ever been there knows just how eerie the place can get in late Autumn and early Winter. Lang is a spitting image of his real life imitator Tony Blair, douche extraordinaire and Brosnan plays the role with such shame, the ghost sees through the smoke and mirrors and starts off on a jourey to unravel the myth that is Lang.

The better part of the film takes place in Lang’s castle - a stunning cold Cape Cod Beach House – where the ghost is under constant surveillance, entering the fortress of Douchitude he finds a series of Oriental servants, Lang’s sexually aggressive wife, a host of security guards and Kim Catrall’s big ass shaking itself without fail. Lang’s life like his smile is a load of political bullshit and some amazing PR, but this falls away when he gets accused of war crimes and his squeaky clean reputation falls to shit. Forcing him to leave the ghost and all the niceties of the Cape to try and salvage what little of his reputation remains. Leaving The Ghost to the whims and trickery of Mrs. Lang and Kim Catrall’s massive ass. Allowing the fictional and literal Lang’s to fuse to allow for the Ghost to uncover a number of secrets about Lang and his Transatlantic relations which are unforgivable! Okay not unforgivable, not even shocking just more like “Is it?”

It’s a fantastic thriller which builds up to an anticlimactic ending which is nowhere near as enthralling as the buildup which at times make you think “Maybe Roman Polanksi shouldn’t have gone to jail…”

BAITED! The man’s amazing director gifted with a remarkable talent to carve out suspicion and tension, but he’s also a pedophile, and well him and the rest of the uncle tickles gang belong behind bars.

Watch it to Cringe, shake and dream about Kicking Peirce Brosnan in the kidney’s.

I give it 7 Hoers