I watched this movie a few nights ago, and even thinking about it now makes me laugh. I love the concept of an ordinary, boring man that begins to hear a woman’s voice narrating his life. When she says, “Little did he know…” Poor Harold Crick was going to be killed by the writer, and he has to figure out a way to stop it. Who do you turn to? A literary scholar, of course.
I remember watching a trailer for this movie and thinking, That looks really good but I wonder if it is just a clever idea that will fall flat. This movie really worked on a number of levels and did not disappoint me.
I did wonder if my status as a writer made my take on the film different, but my husband really like it too. Maybe not as much as me (he was not laughing so hard that tear leaked from his eyes like I did) but he did enjoy it.
Put it on the old Netflix list.