This movie turned out to be a comedy, I don't know why it is defined as a comedy, or how it is positioned as a fantasy. In my opinion, Harold Crick's life can be everyone's life.
The movie begins with the life of an ordinary man who lives a mechanical life every day. Every time I brush my teeth the same number of times, I get in the car and sleep at the same minute every day, and everything in my life is as precise as it’s set by a computer. What broke this ordinary and mechanical was the "monologue" that sounded in his ears... So, he began to collapse and struggle, because all the balance was broken, every detail in his life was controllable, and from that moment At first, he began to doubt himself, doubt everything... He realized that his life was written, not real. It seems like a shattering blow to anyone, but every shattering also means rebirth.
He found his "life writer" and sought her for help, hoping that she could change his life. For every creator, he is connected with the life of his work. Writer Karen Eiffel is a tragic writer who writes the protagonist to death in every work. She has racked her brains to figure out how to make the protagonist die meaningfully and tragically. When I read it, I was thinking how depressing and powerless a person’s life must be to die tragically in writing again and again.
The writer had planned the way of death for Harold Crick, but chose to let it go in the last struggle. This part is my favorite part of the movie. The writer's entanglement and struggle are extremely well interpreted. The writer's process of saving the protagonist is actually self-salvation, a self-salvation unfolding because of his pity for the protagonist...
Of course, the ending is happy. When I read it, I thought, how do we know that our life is not the life written by the writer? What is real and what is unreal? What the protagonist teaches us, perhaps, is to accept it calmly, whether or not fate is a foregone conclusion.
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