Hi guys,
Below is an intense scene set on top of a building from my Myth Project book; almost at the climax. It's quite dramatic, but I hope you like it.
Thanks
beasle95
As we burst onto the roof, a desperate feeling of horror flooded into my veins.
Blaze was standing so close to the edge of the building. There was no wall or fence to catch him if he fell backwards and tumbled off the top...
“Give it back!” Ryan yelled, pushing Blaze further towards the edge of the roof.
“Never!” Blaze yelled back, his hair whipping across his face.”I’ll never give it to you, even if it means that I die!”
My heart stuttered with each backwards step that he took and I shuddered as he came within a metre.
“Blaze, watch out!” I screamed and he stared at me in response. Ryan whipped around, apparently just aware of our presence.
“You can’t save him though, can you?” Ryan sneered in my direction. “It’s not as if you can lift him up again.” Did he know that I struggled to lift Blaze in particular, or just addressing me as if I couldn’t lift anything with my mind like everyone else? Surely he couldn’t know about us?
He turned back to Blaze. “You’ve got one more chance. Give. It. To me. Now!” Blaze still shook his head.
“Give it to him please!” I begged him, tears starting to stream down my face again. “We can get it back – but you can’t gamble with your own life. If you lose it, then you’ll never get it back!”
“And to achieve what? Waste all this time we’ve spent trying to get it back? I’m not going to let him get it, even if it means dying myself.”
“No!” I screamed, trying to run forward. Jake and Sam grabbed my arms and pulled me back again.
“You can’t do anything Rachel,” Jake yelled into the wind. My hair flew around my face and I struggled against them.
Suddenly Adam and Cara burst out of the fire exit behind us, both holding guns pointing straight at Ryan.
“Step away from Blaze!” Adam bellowed, his voice stolen away and echoing. In a movement quicker than I could follow, Ryan’s arm snapped up, also holding a gun.
Pointing at Blaze.
I trembled and struggled to stay upright. I couldn’t watch him shoot Blaze.
Sam’s voice flashed into my head. Calm down Rachel. Her voice was soothing and calming in my turmoil and panic.
I can’t, I whispered in my mind. Blaze can’t die...I choked back a sob and pushed my hair out of my eyes.
You need to concentrate, Sam’s voice drifted into my head again. Be ready for the unexpected.
I nodded in reply and felt the connection drop away – leaving my head free again.
I reached out in my mind to Blaze, who was still standing way to close to the edge. I focused entirely on him, forgetting my fear and my anger. I felt the cool emotion slip over my face as I steadied Blaze again. For the briefest of moments, his eyes flashed to mine as if he knew I was ready to help him. I stared back coolly, ready to push him forwards if he fell backwards off the roof.
“Step away from the edge!” Adam bellowed. “Move or I’ll shoot!”
“I’ve got nothing to lose.” Ryan’s hair moved in the wind, swirling back and forth as he glared coldly at Adam. “It makes no difference to me if he lives or dies – my men can pick him up at the bottom.”
Ryan pulled the trigger.
Blaze flashed up a shield super fast, but the movement knocked him backwards a little further. I panicked, confused by the sudden appearance of the shield. But Blaze’s shield wasn’t strong enough because he had been weakened so much from the hundreds of bullets earlier. The bullet clipped his shoulder and the shield dropped away. He teetered on the edge and his foot slipped.
Adam pulled the trigger and the bullet hit Ryan’s arm, making him fall to the ground in pain.
“NO!” I hissed through my teeth as Blaze fell over the edge.
“Rachel – you have to catch him!” Cara yelled and Ryan cackled like a madman in response.
“Blaze!” I screamed, running to the edge. I threw myself onto my front and looked down.
Concentrate you idiot! I yelled in my head and forced the cool concentration to fill my head once more. I instantly felt Blaze’s weight and grabbed at it.
Blaze froze in midair and his eyes flickered open in shock. My eyes bulged and cold sweat sprang across my forehead with the weight.
As carefully as I could, I slowly lifted Blaze up, centimetre by centimetre. My whole concentration and mind was focused on him, brining him closer and closer...
You cannot imagine how heavy he felt – like twenty cement trucks all hanging from one tiny thread. My feelings for him had gotten far too strong recently and I was suffering because of it. Stabs of pain shot through my head, getting worse the longer I held him. But I couldn’t let go – I just couldn’t. Blaze’s life literally depended on it.
“C’mon!” I hissed through my teeth which were clenched tightly closed in concentration. Blaze’s head was about a metre away now, but I couldn’t hold him any longer. My eyes watered and I was trembling all over with the exertion. I struggled to concentrate – it was a battle of wills.
“Take. Him Now!” I gasped as Blaze dropped a few centimetres. Sam and Cara were instantly by my side and reached down to take Blaze’s arm. They rolled onto their stomachs to stop themselves being pulled over the edge and wound Blaze upwards.
With the last of my strength, I gave Blaze one final push over the top and collapsed on the ground. My head pounded and swam with dizziness, so I shut my eyes tightly.
Jake gently pulled me away from the edge and I slowly crawled – I didn’t have the strength to stand.
There was a pile of crates about ten metres away and I made my way towards them at a snail’s pace. I turned my back towards the wood and slumped against them. I was so tired – all I wanted to do was sleep. But I had to make sure Blaze was alright first.
With a will power that nearly knocked me unconscious, I raised my head and looked over to Blaze. Adam was trying to get him to lie down and rest, but Blaze pushed past him and ran over to me. Instantly he swept me up in his arms and pulled me to him to tight I couldn’t breathe.
“How did you do that?” he asked, his grin literally reaching his ears.
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. But even those three words were an immense effort to get out.
I slumped forwards and Blaze caught me just before I hit the ground. “Rachel?” His beautiful, worried face swam in front of my eyes, spinning round and round.
Feeling sick, I gently closed them and gratefully sank into the folds of unconsciousness.
Wednesday 27 October 2010
Friday 8 October 2010
Seeker....Chapter 2
Hello guys...
Below is the second chapter of my 'Seeker' book (the one about Lauren, not Rachel). I hope you like it.
beasle95
Chapter 2
I barely slept at all that night, I just couldn’t switch off. My mind kept whirling in circles over what had happened, and what I had to do.
As soon as it was a reasonable time to get up I ran downstairs and ate my breakfast at top speed, and then upstairs to get ready. I jumped in the shower, needing to be quick, but the hot water soothed out all the knots in my back and helped me relax.
Unfortunately it ran out quickly and when I got out I was rushing again. I pulled on a t-shirt and combats and ran into my room again. I towelled my hair, but couldn’t be bothered to dry it properly so I dragged it back into a ponytail. Shoving my purse and keys and my phone into my backpack I ran down the stairs, two at a time. As I was pulling on my shoes, my mum walked into the room, still bleary eyed with sleep.
“What’s the hurry?” she asked, yawning. I cursed inwardly. I didn’t have time and had no idea how to explain. What could I say? That some crazy and potentially dangerous boy had called me last night and wanted me to pick some fairy tale book?
“Erm, I need to pop round to Emma’s to pick up some text books. She texted me this morning about some homework I didn’t know we had.” It wasn’t very convincing but it was all I could think of.
“But why are you going so early? It’s just gone eight,” Mum asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
“Well, it’s a big history essay, and may take a while and I want to get it done before this afternoon.” Mum sighed and waved her arm dismissively.
“Fine,” she said as she turned round. “But don’t be long.” I didn’t intend to be.
I ran out of the house down to the bus stop just as a bus pulled in. I waved, and sighed, relieved when he door opened. I handed the driver my fare and asked if he could call my stop. He nodded, bored.
I sank down into one of the seats and rested my head against the window. What was I going to do when I found the journal? What if there was no journal and this was some kind of sick joke? But I knew deep down that it wasn’t a joke. The boy had been serious. I thought again how he’d said his dad had given him my mobile number to call in an emergency. If he thought he was going to die. I shuddered. Why would anyone want to kill a teenage boy? He said that if he told me this ‘secret’ then they would want to kill me too.
I was broken out of my thoughts when the bus driver called me for my stop. I got off the bus in a daze, and tried to work out where I was going. I mustn’t get lost, I told myself. I was hopeless with directions and was well known for going in the wrong way. I glanced up the road and saw that it led into the town centre. I supposed this was my best hope, and after a few minutes, saw to my relief the coffee shop the boy had told me about. Keeping my head down I walked up the road. I didn’t need to hide my face, but I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, and didn’t want to recognised later.
I opened the door of the shop and sat in a booth in the far corner to wait. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Lauren Hayden?” a soft voice murmured my name. I jumped and looked up at the source. A teenage boy stood before me, about sixteen. His hair framed his face, falling down around his eyes. His olive skin was clear and the lines on his face were strong. He had a hood pulled up over his head and scruffy trainers and jeans on. He didn’t meet my eyes.
“Yeah, are you...Ben?” I asked, feeling stupid.
He chuckled once under his breath. “Yes,” he said and sat down opposite me.
“I’m sorry for what happened last night – and I’m sorry for what I’m about to drag you into.” He glanced down at his hands, still not meeting my gaze. He rubbed his arm slightly and winced.
“What’s wrong?” I said. I now noticed that he had a pale parlour to his skin and was obviously in pain. “Was it what happened last night?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “It’ll all be over soon.” I started, confused at the certainty in his statement. It left me worried. Did he really think he was going to die soon?
“Anyway,” he said, slipping a backpack off his shoulder. “I wanted to give you these.” He pulled out a leather bound journal and small leather pouch, pulling a necklace from it.
“This,” he said “is an amulet. It explains about them in the journal, but I’ll tell you a bit about them. Inside is a powerful force. You can get it out when you are in trouble and it will help protect you. You must wear it so it can help you out.” I sighed, frustrated. Why wouldn’t he tell me exactly what these things did and give me a straight answer for anything? “And this is the journal you will find your answers in,” he said, handing me the journal. I tried to open it, but he placed his hand on mine, forcing me to close the book.
“Don’t you trust me?” I asked. He glanced up and stared me straight in the eye. Time froze for a few seconds. His eyes were so deep and mysterious, I got lost in them. They had seen much more than a normal teenage boy would have done. So many emotions flickered through them; amusement, anger but mostly fear. Fear was so intense that I gasped silently. I never knew such terror could be in a boy’s face – in any face. The determined eyes stared back then softened.
“I do trust you,” he murmured, his voice low and intense. “I trust you with everything I have. That’s why I’m giving it to you. But there are people around who I don’t trust and I can’t risk overhearing.” I looked away, embarrassed. “I can’t let anyone else hear in case they report back to the organisation that wants to get rid of me. I can’t risk that happen Lauren, please trust me.”
“I do,” I said, and I meant it. Even though I’d only spoken over the phone with him for a few minutes and this was the first time I’d met him, I trusted him completely. It should be wrong, but it felt so right.
“Keep them safe. There are not many people out there you can trust, Lauren. There are people who may seem to be your friends, but not everyone is as they seem. They can hide behind secrets and lies and try to betray you. But you have to stay strong, and keep what I tell you safe.” He paused and looked me in the eye again. “Come on, we need to get out of here.” I dropped the journal into my bag and tied the amulet around my neck and followed him out the shop. We started to walk down the road when suddenly two men jumped out and dragged him into an ally.
“Gotcha!” one muttered triumphantly and grabbed the boy from behind. Ben lashed out at him but the man dodged and held him tight. Ben kicked him in the groin and the man fell to the ground, cursing. His friend ran and lashed out at Ben, his fist connecting with the boy’s jaw. Ben grunted and dropped to the ground, dazed. The men jumped on him in a second, pinning him down. One pulled out a radio and spoke quickly into it.
“Sir, we’ve got the boy cornered. Should we kill him now or bring him to you?” I was terrified; I couldn’t just stand there and let him be killed.
“No!” I screamed and threw myself on top of one of the men. “If you do, you have to get through me first!” I punched the man in the jaw, and he grunted, surprised. He lashed out and tried to hit me, but I ducked and kicked him in the shin. He shoved his arm out and hit me in the chest; throwing me against the back wall. I sat up, dazed. A crackled response came through the radio and the man brought out a gun. I stood up, about to throw myself at the man again.
“No!” Ben yelled. “No, Lauren! Get away! Get away and keep it safe! Don’t let them get to you!” I stared at him wildly, tears springing into my eyes. I was helpless. I couldn’t let him be killed, but I had to get away so the men wouldn’t get the journal or the amulet. I went to pull it out from around my neck, but Ben yelled at me.
“No! Lauren run! Get away from here!” he screamed at me and stared deep into my eyes again. Hot, angry tears rolled down my cheeks and a silent understanding passed between us. Thank you, GO! He mouthed, so I turned and backed slowly out of the alley and ran. I ran as fast as I could, away from the alley, away from the men. Away from Ben.
A single shot rang out from behind me but the silence that followed seemed so much louder.
Below is the second chapter of my 'Seeker' book (the one about Lauren, not Rachel). I hope you like it.
beasle95
Chapter 2
I barely slept at all that night, I just couldn’t switch off. My mind kept whirling in circles over what had happened, and what I had to do.
As soon as it was a reasonable time to get up I ran downstairs and ate my breakfast at top speed, and then upstairs to get ready. I jumped in the shower, needing to be quick, but the hot water soothed out all the knots in my back and helped me relax.
Unfortunately it ran out quickly and when I got out I was rushing again. I pulled on a t-shirt and combats and ran into my room again. I towelled my hair, but couldn’t be bothered to dry it properly so I dragged it back into a ponytail. Shoving my purse and keys and my phone into my backpack I ran down the stairs, two at a time. As I was pulling on my shoes, my mum walked into the room, still bleary eyed with sleep.
“What’s the hurry?” she asked, yawning. I cursed inwardly. I didn’t have time and had no idea how to explain. What could I say? That some crazy and potentially dangerous boy had called me last night and wanted me to pick some fairy tale book?
“Erm, I need to pop round to Emma’s to pick up some text books. She texted me this morning about some homework I didn’t know we had.” It wasn’t very convincing but it was all I could think of.
“But why are you going so early? It’s just gone eight,” Mum asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
“Well, it’s a big history essay, and may take a while and I want to get it done before this afternoon.” Mum sighed and waved her arm dismissively.
“Fine,” she said as she turned round. “But don’t be long.” I didn’t intend to be.
I ran out of the house down to the bus stop just as a bus pulled in. I waved, and sighed, relieved when he door opened. I handed the driver my fare and asked if he could call my stop. He nodded, bored.
I sank down into one of the seats and rested my head against the window. What was I going to do when I found the journal? What if there was no journal and this was some kind of sick joke? But I knew deep down that it wasn’t a joke. The boy had been serious. I thought again how he’d said his dad had given him my mobile number to call in an emergency. If he thought he was going to die. I shuddered. Why would anyone want to kill a teenage boy? He said that if he told me this ‘secret’ then they would want to kill me too.
I was broken out of my thoughts when the bus driver called me for my stop. I got off the bus in a daze, and tried to work out where I was going. I mustn’t get lost, I told myself. I was hopeless with directions and was well known for going in the wrong way. I glanced up the road and saw that it led into the town centre. I supposed this was my best hope, and after a few minutes, saw to my relief the coffee shop the boy had told me about. Keeping my head down I walked up the road. I didn’t need to hide my face, but I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, and didn’t want to recognised later.
I opened the door of the shop and sat in a booth in the far corner to wait. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Lauren Hayden?” a soft voice murmured my name. I jumped and looked up at the source. A teenage boy stood before me, about sixteen. His hair framed his face, falling down around his eyes. His olive skin was clear and the lines on his face were strong. He had a hood pulled up over his head and scruffy trainers and jeans on. He didn’t meet my eyes.
“Yeah, are you...Ben?” I asked, feeling stupid.
He chuckled once under his breath. “Yes,” he said and sat down opposite me.
“I’m sorry for what happened last night – and I’m sorry for what I’m about to drag you into.” He glanced down at his hands, still not meeting my gaze. He rubbed his arm slightly and winced.
“What’s wrong?” I said. I now noticed that he had a pale parlour to his skin and was obviously in pain. “Was it what happened last night?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “It’ll all be over soon.” I started, confused at the certainty in his statement. It left me worried. Did he really think he was going to die soon?
“Anyway,” he said, slipping a backpack off his shoulder. “I wanted to give you these.” He pulled out a leather bound journal and small leather pouch, pulling a necklace from it.
“This,” he said “is an amulet. It explains about them in the journal, but I’ll tell you a bit about them. Inside is a powerful force. You can get it out when you are in trouble and it will help protect you. You must wear it so it can help you out.” I sighed, frustrated. Why wouldn’t he tell me exactly what these things did and give me a straight answer for anything? “And this is the journal you will find your answers in,” he said, handing me the journal. I tried to open it, but he placed his hand on mine, forcing me to close the book.
“Don’t you trust me?” I asked. He glanced up and stared me straight in the eye. Time froze for a few seconds. His eyes were so deep and mysterious, I got lost in them. They had seen much more than a normal teenage boy would have done. So many emotions flickered through them; amusement, anger but mostly fear. Fear was so intense that I gasped silently. I never knew such terror could be in a boy’s face – in any face. The determined eyes stared back then softened.
“I do trust you,” he murmured, his voice low and intense. “I trust you with everything I have. That’s why I’m giving it to you. But there are people around who I don’t trust and I can’t risk overhearing.” I looked away, embarrassed. “I can’t let anyone else hear in case they report back to the organisation that wants to get rid of me. I can’t risk that happen Lauren, please trust me.”
“I do,” I said, and I meant it. Even though I’d only spoken over the phone with him for a few minutes and this was the first time I’d met him, I trusted him completely. It should be wrong, but it felt so right.
“Keep them safe. There are not many people out there you can trust, Lauren. There are people who may seem to be your friends, but not everyone is as they seem. They can hide behind secrets and lies and try to betray you. But you have to stay strong, and keep what I tell you safe.” He paused and looked me in the eye again. “Come on, we need to get out of here.” I dropped the journal into my bag and tied the amulet around my neck and followed him out the shop. We started to walk down the road when suddenly two men jumped out and dragged him into an ally.
“Gotcha!” one muttered triumphantly and grabbed the boy from behind. Ben lashed out at him but the man dodged and held him tight. Ben kicked him in the groin and the man fell to the ground, cursing. His friend ran and lashed out at Ben, his fist connecting with the boy’s jaw. Ben grunted and dropped to the ground, dazed. The men jumped on him in a second, pinning him down. One pulled out a radio and spoke quickly into it.
“Sir, we’ve got the boy cornered. Should we kill him now or bring him to you?” I was terrified; I couldn’t just stand there and let him be killed.
“No!” I screamed and threw myself on top of one of the men. “If you do, you have to get through me first!” I punched the man in the jaw, and he grunted, surprised. He lashed out and tried to hit me, but I ducked and kicked him in the shin. He shoved his arm out and hit me in the chest; throwing me against the back wall. I sat up, dazed. A crackled response came through the radio and the man brought out a gun. I stood up, about to throw myself at the man again.
“No!” Ben yelled. “No, Lauren! Get away! Get away and keep it safe! Don’t let them get to you!” I stared at him wildly, tears springing into my eyes. I was helpless. I couldn’t let him be killed, but I had to get away so the men wouldn’t get the journal or the amulet. I went to pull it out from around my neck, but Ben yelled at me.
“No! Lauren run! Get away from here!” he screamed at me and stared deep into my eyes again. Hot, angry tears rolled down my cheeks and a silent understanding passed between us. Thank you, GO! He mouthed, so I turned and backed slowly out of the alley and ran. I ran as fast as I could, away from the alley, away from the men. Away from Ben.
A single shot rang out from behind me but the silence that followed seemed so much louder.
Thursday 7 October 2010
Review...
Hi people,
For my latest english coursework, we had to write a review for a film we had made up. So I decided to pretend that my book 'The Myth Project' had been made into a movie and what I would have thought of it if it had been. So I'm going to share it with you to show off my writing skills...lol...
Tell me what you think!
Thanks!
beasle95
Plot
Rachel Forester (Alexandra Daddario) is startled to discover after meeting Blaze Roberts (Logan Lerman) that she has the power of telekinesis and is recruited alongside her best friend Sam Freeman (Tahlula Monticelli) into a top-secret government organisation to defeat crime.
Review
With this kind of movie, whispering starts early, fervent fans (mis)reporting every little leak. For those net-heads who stopped to listen, the early buzz on Christopher Columbus’s adaptation of the bestselling start to the series The Myth Project was poor.
Thankfully it’s time for the rumour-mongers to gracefully retire. The finished film is in, and – whisper it – it’s not bad. Better than that, The Myth Project is actually pretty darn good. And, in a summer so far short of a real spectacle, that’s near enough a miracle.
This energetic home-grown adventure based on the first of Bethan White’s teen novels has an easy pitch: ordinary girl discovers she has an extraordinary unknown power, meets mysterious boy and the become the young James-Bonds of their generation to defeat the bad guys...Thus right there in its creative DNA is a huge task.
Daddario’s Rachel Forester is very much the focal point and the beautiful and charismatic American conveys Rachel’s growing weakness and confusion into strength and confidence about her shadowy past and disaster-filled future with surprisingly convincing ease. Yet she’s aptly supported by the likes of Logan Lerman, subtly portraying Blaze’s struggle between keeping a low profile and protecting his new romantic interest; Alex Pettyfer having all sorts of fun as the beefed up and witty role of Jake and old stagers Christian Bale and Christopher Lee. The newcomers to the film business don’t disappoint either. Tahlula Monticelli is all rebellious chick as the supportive and fiery best friend and Tabrett Bethall, the feisty and dangerous leader of the project who is not to be messed with.
The Myth Project is also possessed of an emotional complexity that won’t surprise book fans, but will delight connoisseurs of the summer blockbuster. The film wears its heart on its sleeve, be it Rachel’s anguished search through her past and precarious future, the poignant sequence in which Rachel ‘comes out’ to her father or Keller’s corrupting influence on the group. The plot, in which a delusional man threatens to inflict a global terror is frighteningly topical and Columbus doesn’t flinch from showing that resolution often comes at a bitter price.
Yet it’s not all FX-augmented naval-gazing. Though it gets very dark, The Myth Project is unashamedly entertaining, with crowd pleasing moments for geeks (the appearance of floating objects and Rachel’s surreal power should benefit upholsters everywhere) and non-geeks (a desperate attempt to save Blaze’s life on the top of a skyscraper is exhilarating) alike.
There are problems – the third acts sags a little under the sheer weight of storylines; while some of the expositional dialogue is a little heavy. However, this thought-provoking, scintillating and stylish flick has opened the summer of superheroes in fine style. The Matrix Reloaded may have better effects and Inception may be more eye-catching, but as an overall package, The Myth Project is going to be hard to top.
For my latest english coursework, we had to write a review for a film we had made up. So I decided to pretend that my book 'The Myth Project' had been made into a movie and what I would have thought of it if it had been. So I'm going to share it with you to show off my writing skills...lol...
Tell me what you think!
Thanks!
beasle95
Plot
Rachel Forester (Alexandra Daddario) is startled to discover after meeting Blaze Roberts (Logan Lerman) that she has the power of telekinesis and is recruited alongside her best friend Sam Freeman (Tahlula Monticelli) into a top-secret government organisation to defeat crime.
Review
With this kind of movie, whispering starts early, fervent fans (mis)reporting every little leak. For those net-heads who stopped to listen, the early buzz on Christopher Columbus’s adaptation of the bestselling start to the series The Myth Project was poor.
Thankfully it’s time for the rumour-mongers to gracefully retire. The finished film is in, and – whisper it – it’s not bad. Better than that, The Myth Project is actually pretty darn good. And, in a summer so far short of a real spectacle, that’s near enough a miracle.
This energetic home-grown adventure based on the first of Bethan White’s teen novels has an easy pitch: ordinary girl discovers she has an extraordinary unknown power, meets mysterious boy and the become the young James-Bonds of their generation to defeat the bad guys...Thus right there in its creative DNA is a huge task.
Daddario’s Rachel Forester is very much the focal point and the beautiful and charismatic American conveys Rachel’s growing weakness and confusion into strength and confidence about her shadowy past and disaster-filled future with surprisingly convincing ease. Yet she’s aptly supported by the likes of Logan Lerman, subtly portraying Blaze’s struggle between keeping a low profile and protecting his new romantic interest; Alex Pettyfer having all sorts of fun as the beefed up and witty role of Jake and old stagers Christian Bale and Christopher Lee. The newcomers to the film business don’t disappoint either. Tahlula Monticelli is all rebellious chick as the supportive and fiery best friend and Tabrett Bethall, the feisty and dangerous leader of the project who is not to be messed with.
The Myth Project is also possessed of an emotional complexity that won’t surprise book fans, but will delight connoisseurs of the summer blockbuster. The film wears its heart on its sleeve, be it Rachel’s anguished search through her past and precarious future, the poignant sequence in which Rachel ‘comes out’ to her father or Keller’s corrupting influence on the group. The plot, in which a delusional man threatens to inflict a global terror is frighteningly topical and Columbus doesn’t flinch from showing that resolution often comes at a bitter price.
Yet it’s not all FX-augmented naval-gazing. Though it gets very dark, The Myth Project is unashamedly entertaining, with crowd pleasing moments for geeks (the appearance of floating objects and Rachel’s surreal power should benefit upholsters everywhere) and non-geeks (a desperate attempt to save Blaze’s life on the top of a skyscraper is exhilarating) alike.
There are problems – the third acts sags a little under the sheer weight of storylines; while some of the expositional dialogue is a little heavy. However, this thought-provoking, scintillating and stylish flick has opened the summer of superheroes in fine style. The Matrix Reloaded may have better effects and Inception may be more eye-catching, but as an overall package, The Myth Project is going to be hard to top.
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