The Ghost Writer (2009) ☆☆☆1/2 (3.5/4) : The Trouble with a Memoir

Whatever your opinion about Roman Polanski as a human being is, we all can agree that he is one of the great directors in the film history. In the career as tumultuous as his life, he has made several great films including “Rosemary’s Baby” and “Chinatown” while making very disappointing movies. And now, with his new movie “The Ghost Writer”, it is apparent he is still a immensely talented director who knows how to make a good thriller. With chilly, foreboding atmosphere and a subtle sense of humor, this calm but compelling movie proves that the most important thing for the thriller is how to pull us, not how to ambush us.

 After a mundane opening with the dark undertone, we are immediately introduced to The Ghost(Ewan McGregor). His name is never mentioned(The movie seems to have a little small fun with it), and we never know much about this ghostwriter, but McGregor plays him as the plain ordinary man who is smart enough to know what he is going to deal with clearly.

 Or does he? His new assignment is the memoir of former British Prime Minister Adam Lang(Pierce Brosnan), who is not so far from Tony Blair. Now residing in the beach house at Cape Cod and surrounded by his staffs and service guards, Lang recently gets in a serious trouble. After the disclosure by his former minister with exposed documents, he will be charged by the International Court for War crimes associated with War on Terror. He can be arrested if he comes back to Britain. His situation apparently mirrors that of Polanski, who will be arrested due to that infamous case in 1977 if he comes back to US.

 These easy comparisons just stop around the beginning, and what we get is an slow, elegant waltz of a succinct thriller with the right note. Although the movie was shot in Germany for that reason, the looks of the movie is convincingly American while being effectively alien, creepy, and isolated. The fact that Lang’s original ghost writer died in a suspicious situation adds more uneasiness to hidden tension among people in the house. While Lang tries to solve his problem, Lang’s wife Ruth(Olivia Williams) is frankly bitter about the her husband’s relationship with his secretary Amelia(Kim Cattrall) as well as his plight.

 The Ghost is stuck in midst of all these interactions while spending the time with the manuscript by his predecessor. It’s desperately in the need of doctoring, and he thinks he can improve it by digging into Lang’s heart within limited time. However, there is something not quite right about his past, and the manuscript may hide a very dangerous fact the Ghost probably does not wish to know. It is possible that Lang’s memoir will be the last book ever written by the Ghost, if he is not discreet.

Polanski carefully builds the story and its suspense from the opening sequence without hurrying the story, adapted by Polanski and Robert Harris from Harris’ novel “The Ghost”. With the background mainly comprised of the beach house with gray modern interior and desolate winter beach scenery, the suspense is deftly mounted step by step with the quiet but firm control.

 The atmosphere is steady and consistent through the running time. There is an eerie feeling abound in the sequence when the Ghost goes to the place where his predecessor was found dead. Even a small scene like his encounter with an old man who lives nearby is deftly handled while significantly contributing to the creepiness on the screen. Like any other excellent thriller movie scores, Alexandre Desplat’s score with repetitive rhythm is simultaneously alluring and warning. His music is one of the reasons making the movie spellbinding, especially when we see the certain note handed over and over. With these series of deliberate sequences, Polanski precisely hits the nail for the payoff with a great effect in the end.

 While many people have already mentions Hitchcock several times, one of South Korean critics I have known for years pointed out that the movie is more close to the Hollywood political thrillers in 1970s. Like these movies, we can feel the unseen brooding presence of the sinister force lurking around the corner in the movie, and the Ghost finds himself as helpless as the heros of these movies. Even though we get the main answer in the end as promised, there are lots of ambiguousness in the story and characters; many of them are still not so clear in the end.

 The movie has talented actors who is able to make this cloudy situation intriguing enough to pull us into the story. Maybe he is not a good singer as shown in “Mamma Mia!”, but Brosnan gives one of his best performances as a charming politician who does not like to admit that he is not above an actor he used to be. Williams is wonderful as the wife who knows about her husband more than anyone and rightfully becomes pissed off about his latest behaviors(Her role was originally intended for Tilda Swinton, another good choice for this icy character). Cattrall also gives a good performance and I still wonder whether I really have to see “Sex and The City 2” for confirming its reported awfulness to others. Ever-reliable actors like Tom Wilkinson, Eli Wallach, Timothy Hutton cannot be overlooked even if they are appeared briefly.

 “The Ghost Writer” is my first time to watch Polaski’s film in the theater. When the end credit rolled, the man sitting near me said, “This is the worst movie I’ve ever seen in this year”. Sadly, we have to admit that not every moviegoer appreciates a good thriller nowadays and the movie may be too quiet and slow for the average taste of audience. But if you crave for an intelligent thriller or can be as patient as the movie asks you, it will be one of the most satisfying experiences in this year. And you will find that Polanski still retains his touch.

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The Experience of Watching the Added Grandeur – and Its Heart

 

The Original Poster of "Metropolis"

There must be many ardent admirers who know far more than me about Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis”(1927), one of the great movies in the 20th Century. They will provide you more detailed and accurate knowledges about this unforgettable masterpiece after watching, no, experiencing it. So, I think I have to talk about my experience during the evening of May 4th and my several thoughts, instead of making a fool of myself by talking about what I do not know well.

Like any other devoted movie lovers, I was happy to hear about the miraculous discovery of the missing footage, thought to be lost forever, in last year. A nearly-completed print was found in Bueno Aires, Argentina, and it was confirmed by experts in Germany that it is genuine. This print was clumsily transferred to 16mm negatives after having arrived in Argentina and was in bad conditions, but the Murnau foundation began the restoration process based on this print as well as other prints discovered from Australia and New Zealand. In the end, the restored version was finally shown to people through the 60th Berlinale and other ways including Internet streaming in Germany early in this year. 

  For me,  it was pure luck to get the chance to see its glory. Very exhausted after a long returning travel from exhilarating Ebertfest in last month on April 27th, I came to know that the restored version would be shown in Jeonju International Film Festival. Jeonju is my hometown and I could not miss this great opportunity. Just like when I immediately grabbed the chance to watch Ramin Bahrani’s “Goodbye Solo” during the same event of last year, I quickly went to the website of JIFF and there were few available seats for the first screening on May 4th(the second screening on May 5th had already been sold out). I immediately bought one seat for me. I would miss the family meeting because of that, but I think the movie is worthy of that sacrifice. 

To be frank with you, the situation was too fortunate for me to believe. I was a little worried while walking along the alleys of the festival place. What if the screening is canceled due to some sudden technical problems? I really want to thank my recent temporary depression. I had been plagued by the anomie resulted from returning to home after the trip, and I tried to get out of that state by prescribing myself with writings about my experiences in US and having a lot of rest for four days. My previous writings are the fruits of that treatment, and, thanks to that, I slipped into calm, meditative state like being on sedative; I was all-ready for accepting any disagreeable surprises with humility.

    Well, there was no problem in getting into the screening room. I took the reserved ticket from the booth without difficulty. Only thing I had to was walking down the alley I have known for nearly 20 years. I have walked around this alley since I was 9. I clearly remembered almost every movie I watched in this area during my childhood and teenager years and can tell you their loving or embarrassing memories.

 My first movie on this alley was “Batman Returns”, “Bambi” of my childhood. I still like the movie while agreeing with Roger Ebert’s opinion. It’s too dark and neurotic and nihilistic as the superhero movie or the entertainment for children. But that movie used to inspire my night dreams with big, dark, pessimistic, but wondrous cities without brightness. And think about the fact that all of those childish imaginations were basically originated from “Metropolis”, which I would watch few minutes after in the same area. Come to think of it now, that seems like a perfect poetic ending, with beautiful lamps and red umbrellas hung under the darkening sky.

 

  Certain anxiety took place few minutes before the show time: when was the last time I watched “Metropolis”? I cannot remember well. It was around 2004 or 2005, the wild time when I frantically engulfed lots of DVDs every week. It was the version released by Kino International I watched at that time, and it was certainly more impressive than my first viewing from the pirate video with a tacky piano score. It was great to watch Kino version, but the memory was vague, and I was nervous because the comparison between Kino version and the restored version will be necessary when I write this. 

However, the memory was quickly freshened up as soon as the feature presentation starts and the great images were surfaced both on my memory bank and the screen. That immense, evocative city set which would influence many movies we’re familiar with(“Blade Runner”, “Brazil”, “Batman”, “Gattaca”, “Dark City”….), the collage of relentless machines as dynamic as the sequences from “Man with a Movie Camera”, the haunting entrance of beautiful Maria(Brigitte Helm) with poor kids at the Eternal Garden, the huge machine turned into the monstrous temple in the Freder(Alfred Abel)’s vision, Rotwang(sinister Rudolf Klein-Rogge) and his lair, underground workers gathering before Maria with heads down, the creation of False Maria by Rotwang, many faces and eyes on the screen, the climatic disruption of the city system and following deluge….. and the moving message about the heart as the mediator between the head and the hand.

  
   Like Joh Fredersen(Gustav Fröhlich), the domineering controller of the city and Freder’s father, Lang wielded his directorial power with the crews and the actors and the extras more than 30,000 for completing his visions. In the era when people had never even dreamed of the computers, many sequences were made by hand-made special effects and they certainly look old-fashioned now. However, they are more absorbing than fast food CGIs nowadays; they make their own fantasies and we’re attracted to them.

  The people on the movie were in the real situations where Lang mercilessly pushed them into, and that is certainly shown on the screen. Funny thing is, what Lang did is not far from what the Nazis did with the crowd in “Triumph of the Will” few years later. He was against the Nazis, unlike his wife at that time, so he fled from them and came to US, where his movies and other movies from the German Expressionism gave birth to another immortal style named Film Noir.

   After the premiere, “Metropolis” went through terrible butchering process. Although the images still hold the power despite this atrocity, many have wished for its complete restoration. Until recent years, Kino version in 2002 is the most closest one to the original version. With Wagnerian original score by Gottfried Huppertz, it looks quite nice with several missing scenes described by intertitles.

  I want to emphasize this to you; the restored version of “Metropolis” is not complete. Due to the bad condition of found print, you can tell easily where the scenes or frames are added  even if you’re not a movie expert. About 8 minutes is still missing because of that, and one crucial scene between Fredersen and Rotwang is still explained by the intertitle.

 What the hell, the added materials indeed help the film a lot. Like Lang envisioned, the movie comes to us more than before as the fairy tale with the science filling the role of the magic(I was amused to spot the pentagram in Rotwang’s house). Several supporting characters including Fredersen’s assistant and Butler get more space and makes the story richer, although the story still lacks logic in some parts.  

 The relationship between Fredersen and Rotwang becomes more interesting by watching their previously missing scenes. The characters of the movie are simple but their relationships are fascinatingly entangled, mainly by Rotwang’s obsession and spite. With the hairdo of Doc Brown and the hand of Dr. Strangelove, Rotwang is the origin of all mad scientists , good or bad, in the movies to come. From the eerie sequence of his creation of false Maria, you will find familiar equipments and visual effects. Oh, by the way, he is a quintessential case of that famous Climbing Villain Syndrome from Ebert’s Movie Glossary. 

  I am always amazed by the power of the great silent movies. They don’t talk to us, but they come to make voices in our head with our language despite their limits. Like Wall-E and Eve,  the actors in the silent movies are more expressive with their faces than the mannequins we sometimes came across on the screen nowadays, and they surely stir our heart(Brigitte Helm is effective both as a graceful angel of hope and a sensual angel of destruction) The great images of “Metropolis” has made the striking impression on many of us with awe and still do. With added footage, the movie is a more moving drama now.

  And it has timeless aspects. While watching underground workers in “Metropolis”, I was reminded of one article I read from local weekly magazines in last year. Written by the reporter who went to underground just like Freder, it told me there are still desperate people working mindlessly in a clockwork fashion in the factories. The task is pretty simple, but imagine you have to repeat it over and over and over again from AM 9:00 to PM 5:00 with few breaks. And the big cities continue to run above them while consuming them everyday – the replacements are always ready. This is not the reality only belonged to South Korea. Just look around, and you will see.


 P.S.
  My blunders

 1) I told my far-flung correspondents friends during Ebertfest that the running time was about 3 hours, but the running time of the restoration version is 145 minutes with 24 frames per second.  

2) I also criticized Gottfried Huppertz’s score while not knowing it is the original score composed at that time. I respect the original score for keeping up with the grandiose visions on the screen, but it is sometimes too grand for intimate scenes between characters in the movie. Is it the problem with the orchestra, or do I demand a wrong thing to the silent movie score?

 Anyway, I and my friends predicted that Roger Ebert will probably show the movie to the audiences in Ebertfest of the next year. And we all agreed that the Alloy Orchestra, responsible for a fantastic experience during the showing of “Man with a Movie Camera” in this year, should be invited again if that happens. 

The Night Scenery of Jeonju

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Day 5 (April 25th) : Song & Farewell & Afterthought

 The last day of Ebertfest finally came, but it was still happy to be get together with others. The last movie of the festival, “Song Sung Blue”, is the documentary about the human spirit. Mike and Claire Sardina, as Lightening and Thunder, had been wonderful performers on the stages. Maybe their acts were not original(Mike sang Neil Diamond songs, and Claire did the songs of Patsy Cline, Blondies, and ABBA), but they were popular with people in Milwaukee and you can see why from their performances in video footage. Even if you don’t have much interest in these songs, they would draw your attentions with the joy of singing. And they were good singers.

 Their love and dream and family went through many hardships. The same kind of accident incredulously happened twice at the same place. Their career was damaged because of that, and we observed the strains in the family. Director Greg Kohs shot his movie(This is his first feature-length documentary) for eight years and he seemed to become unseen family member/observer during the process. When Claire and her son have a intense quarrel, they are not conscious of the camera watching them. 100% objectivity is impossible, but a good documentary can approach close to that with the camera turned into the part of daily lives. 

(From the Left) Chaz, Omer, Unidentified Panelist, Claire, Greg Kohs, and Omer

 Mike and Claire’s Love prevailed over unforseen incidents. The movie has a moving scene with Eddie Vedder, and there are many reasons you will admire these strong-willed people in the movie. When Claire appeared on the stage after the showing, she gave the audience memorable moments with two Patsy Cline songs and one ABBA song. I don’t know much about Patsy Cline except her fame, but Claire made my ears prick up. And with ABBA, she is still Thunder despite her age.

 
  The festival was over, and I lost my way again and nearly failed to say goodbye to my friends. This time, I was rescued by Howie Movshovitz, a good friend of Roger(He advised me not to hesitate about asking someone a favor in America). He had a cell phone, and I had Omer’s calling card. And then soon I came across Michael and Wael and everything became all right again – the Farewell meeting at Steak ‘N Shake. 

 Everyone was there. Ali had to leave for the plane, and Grace came there because her plane was delayed. Vincent was there, again. And Roger and Chaz and Millie came. The time flied fast as before while we talked with or listened to others. Roger and Chaz had to leave, and so did Grace. At PM 6:30, I said goodbyes to people I was honored to meet.

(From the left) Omer, Wael, Omar, Michael, Me, and Gerardo & Monica

 PM 7:00. I was depressed at Amtrak Station. That emotional state went all the way through Chicago, Des Plaines, O’Hare, Narita, Inchon, Seoul, Jeonju, and Daejeon. I tried to calm myself with “The Book of Eli”, “Kick-Ass”(a bad choice), “Leap Year”, and “Iron Man 2” at the theater. But I failed and could not sleep much.

  Bernard Herrmann told his friend that finishing his work on Brian DePalma’s “Obsession” was one of the most difficult moments in his life. “After so many weeks those two characters – Cliff Robertson and Genevieve Bujold – were no longer celluloid fantasies but real people. It was like saying goodbye to two of my closest friends.”

 With Chicago, my internet friends are no longer digits on Internet now. They are as real as the citizens of Chicago. I really met them and knew a bit about them. Maybe I don’t know all about them, we share common interest and have a good time together. I became relaxed and I began to call them by the first names. That’s enough for categorizing them as real friends, even though we will communicate with each other in the e-world for a while just like before.

 People around me mostly don’t care much about what I experienced. Maybe they’re interested in Chicago, but they don’t have any interest on Ebertfest. It’s just frivolous thing to them. I fear that this will be my first and last visit to Urbana-Champaign. I worry about how I can preserve what I love from the expectations of others. All I know is, I will have to go through some hard time for living in my reality. I’m ready for that, with the moratorium on my bloging. 

 Like the hero of “Synecdoche, New York”, I have had lots of regrets and lost opportunities and I will. Ebertfrest is no exception. I should have photographed more people, including Roger’s driver(or helper) at our last meeting. I should have been more available with a cell phone or a blackberry. I should have talked with Roger as much as other far-flung correspondents. I should have presented myself more articulate in front of Bordwell and other elders passionate about movies….. It’s endless, while the happiness is discarded and stored in the another section of my brain. The memories inevitably will begin to fade out, one way or the other.

  I feel better now. The writing can be a good alternative therapy to some, and I think I’m one of them. I have written this and the other post about Chicago in last three days. I can sleep better now and I can reminisce our memories without pain or heartburn now and I can ease my intestine now. Maybe my dream and hope is broken or never realized, but I will go on and I will sometimes say to myself something like what Melvin says in “Melvin and Howard.”
 
 “Yeah, I’ve known that since I first found that will. I mean, do you think Melvin Dummar is going to get $156 millions or anything like it? Nah. I’m not going see that money. That’s all right. ‘Cause you know what happened? Howard Hughes sang Melvin Dummar’s song. That’s what happened. He sang it. He was funny. Yeah, He sang it. “Santa’s Souped-up Sleigh”.”

 My version
 “My life is a mess, but I met people I have admired for a long time in person thanks to my generous and affluent parents. I had a bad luck and screwed lots of things during these days. Roger also had a bad luck. Because of them, I contacted him and he answered me and we met each other. Roger and his gangs liked me and they were helpful to me like lucky charms(whenever I got lost and they were needed, I always came across them) and I watched the movies with them for 5 days! And Roger liked my photo! Isn’t it a wonderful life for me, even if it has been full of spoilt things? With these, that’s lucky enough for me and I can go on.”


 Jeonju International Film Festival began in last week. Today, they will show the complete version of “Metropolis” tonight and I bought the ticket at the 11th hour. Even without the Alloy Orchestra, I’m sure that will be quite special.

 Roger, Chaz, Millie, Carol, Mary Susan, Nate, Omer, Omar, Michael, Randy, Tom, Gerardo & Monica, Grace, Ali, Jim, Jackson, Betsy, Blake, Vincent, and other people I unintentionally forgot to mention…. thank you. I still don’t know what to say.

(Photo courtesy of Grace Wang)

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