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‘Ghost Writer’ has intriguing Polanski parallels

If Roman Polanski has great insights on the notion of exile, he did not put them on-screen in "The Ghost Writer."What the director, a fugitive from America for decades and now under house arrest in Switzerland, did put on-screen is a faithful, fairly absorbing adaptation of Robert Harris' political thriller "The Ghost."The movie pokes along at times, in contrast with the snappy pace of Harris' nov
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If Roman Polanski has great insights on the notion of exile, he did not put them on-screen in "The Ghost Writer."

What the director, a fugitive from America for decades and now under house arrest in Switzerland, did put on-screen is a faithful, fairly absorbing adaptation of Robert Harris' political thriller "The Ghost."

The movie pokes along at times, in contrast with the snappy pace of Harris' novel. Yet Polanski cast his film well — particularly with Pierce Brosnan as a Tony Blair-esque former British prime minister, a supporting player in the story but a larger-than-life figure who enlivens and dominates "The Ghost Writer" every time he enters the picture.

The film certainly has a higher profile than most of Polanski's work since the early 1990s, other than 2002's "The Pianist," which earned him the best-director Academy Award.

"The Ghost Writer" arguably is the most populist film Polanski has done since 1988's "Frantic," starring Harrison Ford.

Adding intriguing parallels are Polanski's long absence from America and the potential exile of Brosnan's Adam Lang, who faces the prospect of an expatriate's life in the United States after he's accused of war crimes back home.

Then there's the sudden twist Polanski's life has taken after nearly three decades in France, where he fled in 1978 to avoid sentencing for having sex with a 13-year-old girl. He was arrested last fall in Zurich as he arrived to receive an award from a film festival, and he now awaits a decision on whether he'll be extradited to the United States.

Polanski's bound to get a box-office bounce out of his troubles, at least.

Ghostwriter never gets a name

Likewise, headlines swirling around Lang suddenly make his dreary memoirs look like the publishing event of the year.

After the drowning death of a longtime aide overseeing Lang's book, the publisher hires a veteran ghostwriter (Ewan McGregor) to punch up the tedious tome.

Lang has been accused of turning terrorist suspects in Pakistan over to the CIA for torture, prompting protests, calls for a war-crimes trial and a flurry at his publishing house to transform the book into a tell-all account of the war on terror.

Olivia Williams is perfectly matched with Brosnan as Lang's ferociously intelligent and sardonic wife, while Kim Cattrall is all crisp efficiency and cat-fight-ish rivalry as Lang's chief aide and presumed mistress.

With Harris as screenwriter, the film adheres closely to his story, though he and Polanski add a few more conventional cloak-and-dagger tidbits than the novel contains.

McGregor’s a bit of a blank

Polanski also injects some macabre touches — among them a dubious ending that elicits chuckles partly because of its wicked humor, partly because it's a rather silly and dismissive send-off to the film's protagonist.

Yet considering that McGregor's at the center of almost every scene in the film, it makes for a pretty thin leading man. We're supposed to care what happens to this guy, but ghostlike, McGregor is a wispy presence, subordinate to almost everyone else on screen.

That includes Tom Wilkinson as a slick, haughty academic with CIA connections and James Belushi as a fiercely funny bull of a publishing executive whose company paid $10 million for Lang's memoirs. Timothy Hutton, though, fails to register much as a shark-like attorney representing Lang.

Brosnan and Williams are the real highlights, both such dynamos that you feel their absence and yearn for their return during the long stretches when McGregor is mucking about on his own.

Shot in winter with Germany standing in for New England, the film captures the feel of the bleak Massachusetts coast in offseason, when the tourists have gone home.

The film showcases one of the best scenes in the book, as McGregor's ghost uses a car-navigation system to retrace the fatal path of his predecessor.

It's a cool sequence, though as other movies inevitably toy with the technology, Hollywood no doubt will find a way to turn it into a cliche.