really, i do want to watch the movie. But its such a good movie, that left a mark on me that i can still feel, even after all these years. watching it in such a breezy fashion seems unfair. on a computer full of sparkling distractions. i cant turn of our modem, so our cable phone and internet will be cut off. But harold crick demands an audience. i am no fit viewer,supressing a chuckle as he swings the lamp post in a madness induced by the foretold immenence of his own death. The mirror shot in this movie has to be one of my favorites. We see what he see's. his flustered and reddend face screaming into the mirror. Spittle escaping his lips at a dull drum pace.Only to leave emptier. This is no scene for chuckling. Yet i find one needing to be supressed none the less. He eats the cookie, his first homemade warm and gooey cookie in his entire life. The contrast on his face is wonderful, dull and longing to leave, to stalled and amazed. Appreciate the simple. if the plot doesnt move foward by you refusing to go thru the door, the plot has changed instead, your story did not continue thru the door.