Just got back from watching The Ghost by Roman Polanski. One of the best films I have seen in a very long time. Profoundly depressing, beautifully shot, with a magnificently complementary score (you want sinister? The low register of the clarinet has got you covered, baby!) and great performances from everyone involved. I wondered why I recognised Robert Pugh. It's because I saw him in the second part of Doctor Who earlier today. Olivia Williams, who was my main motivation for going to see the film, was fantastic. Ewan McGregor can't do a cockney accent, but it could have been worse. A very good ending to a film, although as McGregor's character points out, he's not an investigative reporter. If he was, he'd've told a few more people about the massive scandal he had uncovered. Maybe I should do a masters on how the news media are portrayed in the media. Because people either get it wrong or miss opportunities every time. But apart from that, no real niggles. I've not read the book it's based on, but I may well do so now, having seen the film. It certainly elevated grey claustrophobia to an art form.