The Date That Would Live in Infamy

I wish I knew that Roman Polanski was a rapist before attending The Ghost Writer tonight. NO, I haven't been living under a rock, I swear. I just forgot while I was catching up on my AFV's-Top-100 (and thus watched Chinatown) that *that* Roman Polanski was the same as that *other* Roman Polanski.

Mr Richard Roeper said that Polanski's film reminds him of Hitchcock movies. But I think that Richard Roeper needs to actually *see* some Hitchcock before he makes comparisons. I for one, have seen every Hitchcock film -- some multiple times, obviously. And this -- well, barring from a somewhat obvious relevation at the end of the movie hardly has the twists and turns or interesting-factor that would hurl it into the Hitchcock status. I admit I saw Macgregor with his shirt off and I looked, but that's because I have a redhead fetish, not because I thought it was a terribly good film. I'd give it 79% out of 100%. It did, however, make me feel even more certain in my life goal of a) running a beach resort/inn on martha's vineyard, and b) joining the CIA, after I marry the prime minister of Ireland. What?

I saw Shutter Island. Needless to say, it was predictable. You kind of pretty much get the sense that it is really all in his head, and you don't trust any of the set up. Maybe I've seen too many suspense thrillers, or maybe, just maybe, it was not the novel filmgoer experience everyone thinks it is. The other objectionable thing about this movie was the presence of Mr Highfalutin-I'm-A-Serious-Actor-Not-like-they-got-today-but-like-Bogart-type-serious-actor-look-at-me-I'm-so-serious Leonardo DiCaprio. I know that the film was originally written for Pitt in the lead. I wondered to myself, whether I would have had more tolerance for the picture with Pitt in the lead; it certainly may have been more believable. I just cannot see Dicaprio with three kids. I simply cannot.