Roman Polanski’s been in the news a lot lately but not for the best of reasons. Between his September arrest in Switzerland and the media rehashing of the case that made him flee the U.S. in the first place, it’s been possible to forget that his powerful gifts as a filmmaker were what made him famous to begin with.
With the deliciously unsettling “The Ghost Writer,” however, a dark pearl of a movie whose great flair and precision make it Polanski’s best work in quite a while, the 76-year-old director forcefully reminds us what all the fuss was about.
Made by a filmmaker suddenly returned to the height of his powers, “The Ghost Writer” is a thriller wrapped around a roman u clef about contemporary politics. It’s the kind of impeccable adult entertainment, able to alternate edge-of- your-seat episodes with bleakly comic moments, that Alfred Hitchcock used to specialize in and that Polanski himself realized so successfully in “Chinatown” and “Rosemary’s Baby.”
Like that last film, “The Ghost Writer” is based on a successful novel, this time written by Robert Harris, who collaborated with Polanski on the screenplay and retained the book’s focus on a former British prime minister and intentional dead ringer for Tony Blair named Adam Lang (Pierce Brosnan) and the ghost writer (Ewan McGregor) hired to pump up his memoirs.
Both actors do excellent work, as do co- stars Kim Cattrall and Olivia Williams, but what is especially noteworthy is the care taken by Polanski and casting director Fiona Weir with every single performer who appears on screen, including a knockout cameo by 94-year-old Eli Wallach.
The actors all work in concert with the director toward creating the across-the- board mood of nagging unease, of nefarious doings just outside our line of sight.
The never-named ghost writer is up for the job because the body of the previous writer, a close associate of the P.M., has washed up on shore after apparently falling off a ferry.
The new ghost admits to knowing nothing about politics (his last book was a magician memoir titled “I Came, I Sawed, I Conquered”) but he’s hired by a team that includes Jim Belushi’s bullet-headed publisher and Timothy Hutton’s wily attorney because he promises to emphasize the human side of the man.
Adam Lang proves to be something of an airhead, someone who prefers exercise to all else, but the two women in his life are anything but dull. Lang’s wife, Ruth (Olivia Williams), would be acerbic and protective under the best of circumstances, but she is feeling especially edgy because she suspects her husband is having an affair with his svelte blond personal assistant, Amelia (a tart Kim Cattrall).
No sooner does the ghost arrive at Lang’s American island retreat than a bombshell drops: The former P.M. is accused of ordering the kidnapping of suspected terrorists and handing them over to the CIA for torture, a charge that if true would make him liable to prosecution for war crimes by the International Criminal Court in Geneva.
“What,” the ghost screams over the phone to his agent, “have you gotten me into?”
McGregor is excellent as the Ghost With No Name. It’s a tricky role, demanding he hold our interest as a decent and capable everyman while allowing for him to be gullible enough to get caught up in the powerful undertow of forces beyond his control.
More than that, the film elegantly hints but never pushes that there just might be some kind of extrasensory connection between this ghost and the one who came before.
PG-13 for language, brief nudity/sexuality, some violence and a drug reference. 2 hours, 8 minutes. Written and directed by Roman Polanski; starring Ewan McGregor, Pierce Brosnan, Kim Cattrall, Olivia Williams, Tom Wilkinson, Timothy Hutton and Eli Wallach. Opens today at the Mayan and Regency Tamarac theaters.
