Tulpa is a thing at the intersection of parapsychology, mysticism and other shit. It is possible to invent a hallucination that lives its own life, and even in some cases to materialize it. All this information is too crazy, even by the standards of esotericism. But the film is about tulpa, and we must admit that it reveals the subject well: a little drama, a little fun and a little tension. Unfortunately, most of all in the film was household scenes and about nothing. There is almost no plot, there is no conflict, there are no antiheroes, you have to look at the mercy and pleasantness of the main characters, and this in itself is not very interesting.
Besides. A typewriter? In the 21st century? Really? The characters have cell phones, laptops, modern cars, so it's not the '80s when a typewriter might be appropriate. It's called anachronism. And as a writer, I can tell you that it's impossible to assemble these crowded rooms at a book presentation. People don’t go to it, they’re bored, and they can understand that the book is not as colorful a show as comedians or rock concerts. In addition, a book like the Glavhero would not attract anyone at all. The film shows that he wrote it and published it somehow quickly, so it takes at least a year to write the book (Dontsov and the like do not take, because they do not even have time to read their books). He is 26 years old, and he already has huge fees, he has already managed to survive the rise, fall and takeoff again. What the hell? The authors of the film do not know anything about literary cuisine, shown simply impossible.