A lot of people probably passed on this movie because of its slightly icky premise: a dorky, socially awkward writer is frustrated by his singledom as well as by writer's block and solves both when he writes himself an ideal girlfriend who then comes to life and does whatever he writes her to do. In reality, though, the movie quickly begins questioning its own premise, and instead of being a straightforward depiction of the much-maligned "Manic Pixie Dream Girl" trope, it's instead a sharp (but not cruel) consideration of authorship, gender dynamics, toxic gendered tropes, and the classic but dangerous romance trope of putting one's partner on a pedestal to the point of stripping them of humanity and agency.