YOU DON'T LOVE ME YET

People often ask me what's my secret to wooing women. It's actually easier than you think. It's a simple three-step process:

1. Get a guitar.

2. Serenade her while she’s changing clothes in the ladies dressing room.

3. Be Elvis Presley.

Observe.

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The gentleman needs a psychiatrist (and a towel),

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TEAM DEF POSEDOWN

Or, “How we spent the weekend at the Def Citadel.”



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GHOSTWRITERS IN THE SKY

It wasn’t all about posedowns this weekend – we also took in a film. Here’s how that went.

The Ghost Writer

First, let it be known that I’m here to evaluate the film, not Polanski’s criminal history. Second, it’s worth mentioning that while I never read the Robert Harris book on which this is based (or any Harris books at all), I did pick it up a couple of times in the book store before ultimately putting it back down unpurchased.

Anyway, it’s the story of a ghostwriter who gets a gig rewriting the memoirs of a former British PM (an obvious Tony Blair stand-in) currently accused of war crimes for rendering terrorist suspects to a secret prison to be totured for information. The twist: the previous ghostwriter working on the same book turned up dead.

Topical!

The story is plausible, if not perfect – particularly the final scene where the writer (who remains nameless) learns the truth (which is plausible enough) and then does something pretty idiotic, all things considered. 

That aside, it’s pretty good as political thrillers go, not least because of Polanski’s minimalist touch as a director – he doesn’t do fancy camera shots or OTT action scenes. He keeps it old-school, without relying on gimmicks to distract you from the mysterious and increasingly paranoid tension of the situation. Works for me, but if you prefer the Tony Scott/Jerry Bruckheimer school of political thriller, you may not get a lot out of this.

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