No: nor artistic vandals nor bad performers. Are a pair of authors (and probably their technical equipment) capable of producing interesting stories like, seduce and captivate, where everything is going well ... until self-love, which demigods in the act of arrogance and believing add a stroke of genius, let go the hack that kills. Here they are:
- Orhan Pamuk, Nobel Laureate in Literature, author of "My Name is Red , quotable book more than a paragraph, as capable tell a disturbing story full of mystery and suggestive scenes, as to ruin it with repeated and cloying enumerations, ad nauseam abuse of parables and stories with mysterious meaning intended and yet ... what a way to add pages for fun!
- Roman Polanski, director of "The ghost writer " (in addition to the famous fugitive from U.S. justice, at the time), a good thriller to level the best of its genre (think for example, in "Reversal of Fortune" and "Fracture") ... if not because it has one of the worst conceivable final. Should review the book on which it relies to more fairly apportion blame, but that last scene where the character is behaving as silly imaginable, as if I had not lived everything that happened before, with no learning preceding experience (course in which, incidentally, was rather more sharply than would be expected in the ridiculous final trance) ... is as irrelevant as that "Sunday Seven" of the story!
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