Wrapped up in books -- Ruby Sparks review Ruby Sparks is a profoundly sad tale of self-loathing masquerading as a cutesy romantic comedy. The purple-stockings and free spirit of the eponymous female lead and the intensely nervy, intensely unsociable demeanour of the intensely talented writer who loves her may suggest this would be akin to McSweeney's: The Movie. Mercifully, it never succumbs to the pitfalls one would expect it to. Though author Calvin ( Paul Dano ) magicks up his dream girl on a typewriter, the picture never delves into the depravity of swill like Weird Science . Nor does it defy reality -- well, beyond the miraculous central concept -- and treat the creation like some perpetually perfect, unchanging, inhuman entity. Ruby Sparks is about a lonely boy who writes a love story to himself; who makes from his rib an eternal companion, only to discover that Eve's just not that into Adam. Little Miss Sunshine directors Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris took six years to select a second project, and they could have done a lot worse than taken a chance on star Zoe Kazan (granddaughter of Elia), for whom this marks her first produced feature screenplay. The manic pixie dream girl she's created for herself is much more than any catchy nomenclature could ever adequately define. She comes to the almost-agoraphobic Calvin in a dream, and becomes the subject of a simple writing assignment set by his therapist ( Elliot Gould ). Suddenly, the fear of following