Screenwriters would seem to have all the fun. Not only do these fictionalists of the moving pictures receive massive paychecks for the privilege of placing words into the mouths of Hollywood icons, but they are also allowed to live vicariously through the characters they create, such as the screenwriter hero of The Harvest (1993). This lucky typist is plunged into a sensual, exotic, and free-loving alternate reality that couldn’t be sweeter if he’d penned it himself. Talk about big-production wish fulfillment! But even the best-laid fantasy life runs astray. For starters, the scribe has inked himself into a shady Mexican demimonde of mercenary eroticism and black-market body organs. When the writer comes to consciousness after a particularly foul bender and discovers one of his kidneys has been harvested, he knows his script is in need of drastic revision.