Ghost Writer is everything Shutter Island should have been. At a comparable length, Polanski keeps the story moving at breakneck speed. I did not yawn once. I did not look at my watch once. I even planned to check my watch, as soon as I figured out the mystery. And I would have, but the credits started rolling. More than a couple of humorous moments kept the mental focus shifting from one event to the next. I was completely involved the entire time. The Hitchcock references were more homage than plagiarism: the director makes a cameo, the music builds with increasing tempo to heighten tension, details are presented as through the eye of the protagonist, red herrings keep us wondering just exactly who is good and who is not.
What a waste of fine cinematography, top-notch acting and great source material. 1. The music telegraphs everything. It is truly nothing short of comical. 2. I figured out where the movie was headed within the first 5 minutes. The remaining 213 minutes, therefore, inched along at a snails pace. This was a colossal error for Scorsese: even if it took 60 minutes to figure it out, you are still left with over an hour of events that don't matter, where instead of surprise and shock, the conclusion is reached with a resounding "So what? I figured that out an hour ago."