
"This is a story about a man named Harold Crick. And his wristwatch."
Click, click. The voice with British accent reading the script as sharp and crisp as the sound of the typewriter.
"I am not crazy. I'm just written that way..."
An ordinary story about an ordinary man with his mundane every day life planned out and calculated minute to minute to the last second. I wonder if he goes nuts over the weekend, unless he "plans out" his free time as well. The story doesn't tell. What it tells thought is an overly comic story of a tragic writer with writer's block who can't figure out how to kill this Harold Crick guy.

"As much as I would like to, I cannot simply throw Harold Crick off a building. "
And the Harold Crick guy, who suddenly starts hearing a voice in his head talking about his life like one would read fiction.
Over all, a cute movie - despite the fact that it's not overly exciting or artsy or deep or weird or surreal enough to my taste, and not at all dark and tragic for me to immediately fall in love with. But still, something about the movie that makes it a Nika movie, and very few get to be honored with that title - "I Heart Huckabees" and "Run, Lola, Run." would be good examples. There's something in all these three movies have in common, something comically existential despite the first glance silliness that makes me like them more than an average cute movie.

"I adore you." "I adore you too"
"Anarchists have a group? They assemble? Doesn't that completely defeat the purpose?"
"You don't like cookies? What's wrong with you?"
"I do not need a nicotine patch. I smoke cigarettes..."
"Little did he know! Little did he know! I taught an entire class on little did he know..."
And of course i loved the idea of making the world a better place with cookies.
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