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The small country town with a military infestation is the scene backdrop for J.J. Abram's film Super 8. Set in a small town of Lillian in the state of Ohio, a group of young children witness a horrific train crash. The group of children were filming a short amateur film at an abandon train station when a speeding freight train comes along. As the train speeds past, a truck pulls out into the path of the train, the car crashes head on into the train causes a massive destructive chain of events. The train derails. But it is no ordinary train, someone or something was unleashed.
From here the story takes off with a town being ravaged by an unknown 'thing'. J.J. Abram's writing takes on the form of his successful television series Lost, with a lot of similar traits from the show. The suspense of not knowing or understanding fully what was in the train is what holds the audience's attention however, the lack of story and the predictability of the sequence of events quickly evaporates any sort of interest.
Steven Spielberg brings some quality production value to the film and the great train derailment is epic and loud and was the best part of the movie.
The military involvement once again is a signifier of our government hiding secrets from the the ordinary citizens. Trying to cover mistakes that might lead to global panic. One positive attribute of the film is the involvement of children as the main characters. Using the children as heroes creates a new dimension in action film. There is more empathy towards the children as they are suppose to represent innocence but yet here they are in the middle of some unbelievable situations making decisions and preforming actions beyond their years. The children play basis for great character development of other supporting actors, who are all adults.
The film is visually engaging and the score gives it a suspenseful aspect however, the ending seems to fall flat. It is the unknown of our greatest fear that causes us to watch on, and this is exactly what the film does.
The confided space he sat in was overcrowded. It was humid, many bodies were closely packed together, and the environment was like a dense forest of overly large trees clamped together enforcing a darkened, humid area. He felt small, insignificant within the space he occupied.
He sat peering into the bodies that sat and stood all around him. He felt sick from the nervous energy that his body was producing.
The gravity around him suddenly shifted and the overcrowded space jolted in deceleration, people stumbled and shifted trying to counterbalance the change in gravity and inertia. Then it came to a complete stop.
The mechanical doors swung open and with simultaneous action everyone began to rush for the doors. He sat upright, breathing deeply trying to calm the nerves that tightened around him. He saw that the overcrowded space was becoming empty, he saw the people filtering out through the open doors like water rushing out of a hole. The feelings became more intense but he controlled them and made a steady directional route to the closest open door. He stepped out into the world, ready to face the unknown that lay ahead.
He walked.
The scene before him was absolute alien. The grounds were completely neat nothing was out of place. The grounds were meticulously maintained that produce an image of superficiality. The world he stepped in was unlike the society he came from, he began to wonder.
He made a steady course for where he had to be, he did not know what to expect, he began to convulse. The anxiety flowed into his body from an unknown source causing his breathing to become restricted and his insides to tighten. His mind was still in control.
Calm the fuck down…
His breathing became a little easier and the anxiety subsided just a little bit. He continued on.
He looked.
The masses of people that walked around him seemed to be in a blissful, ignorant state. Many people where in groups of three or four, smiling and laughing, not really having a mental problem that all humans seem to develop. This observation gave him an unease that made him wonder what this place did to humans. It seemed to be escapism from the realities of the social world, this place created the perfect realm that society should live in. This thought frightened him. He felt out of place, out of line, he felt that a Nazi officer was going to detain him and take him to the gas chambers.
He continued to walk but he became unsure, his mind was in a tug-a-war of thought and he was ambivalent about whether to stay or go.
He continued to look, he scrutinised the people around him. He saw so many differences, so many nations; it was like being at a United Nations Conference. These three tall, skinny people strolled past; a strange sound was protruding from their mouths. They walked by not seeing him give them a spiteful look. Their eyes seemed closed.
The next group of people that caught his eye were the minority, the so called’ white-fellows’ they all had great big, white smiles and were carrying books, so many books. The women sometimes outshone the men, the glamorous and the beautiful walked by with a super model posture thinking that they were the biggest and saddest bitches of society. He frowned at this. His mind seduced him into fantasy, taking the image of the girls, depicting them naked and him all over the girls, but he knew this was only possible in this strange world and would never happen in reality.
His mind began to process the images; his eye caught a mysterious figure walking down. The figure was so distinct within the bright surreal landscape that he actually began to think that he was not the only one. The figure was dark, and of medium height. As it walked down he could see the features of the human, it was a girl who had a flat nose. Her hair was short and curly and was as black as her skin. He had never seen many of these people, he always thought that they were useless however, she was smiling and conversing with a little boy who was white also had curly hair but wore a tiny hat, he was Jewish.
He continued to traverse the landscape, the oddly calm world that seemed perfect, but how can anything be perfect? He began to feel the fear; it rose in him slowly, drowning him awkwardly. The place dawned on him it began to overwhelm him he looked down at the paved path and he seem to see little subliminal symbols, he closed his eyes.
Get a grip on yourself…
He opened them and there was nothing; it was just the paved path, the noise and the masses gliding around. He let out a breath of relief and continued.
He peered out at one of the buildings and saw the number that he was looking for. His senses become more serious, he went into predatorily mode. He was going to enter the inner sanctum of this world. He needed to be prepared. The destination was in front of him and he could see the number now much more clearly…1.
He sat down on the bench.
He placed his hands upon the smooth, cold surface of the marble breakfast bench letting the coldness induce his hands. His fear subsided and he reached for the breakfast bowl.
The cereal was drowned in a white liquid. He peered down at the bowl; depression began to creep into his soul, drowning him like the cereal in the bowl.
As he focussed on one piece of bran flake, a tear slid down his face leaving a saddened trail of crystallised stars. The site hurt him deeply. His mind began to run. The vivid images flashed within his sub-conscience produced sickening pictures; he went into an even greater depression. He felt heavy. He couldn’t get up. He fell to the floor, in slow motion his body slammed against the tiled floor. His head cracked against the hard surface sending an instantaneous painful surge through his skull then all went black.
He opened his eyes.
“Now the media is…”
The drowning, robotic voice of the lecturer reverberated off the distant walls of the massive theatre.
He sat in the uncomfortable chair staring out into the crowd that sat before him his eyes scanned each individual. He could not come to terms with the amount of people that were packed into this hall. It was like a concentration camp. His mind began to wonder, it began to fear, and he didn’t know why he was here.
A you-tube video popped up on the large projection screen and the room convulsed in an artificial stereo sound. The screen became large and intimidating. The clip showed a news reporter.
What are we being fed?
He began to become scared as the words of the clip surrounded him; he swung his head around to gain some bearings but he couldn’t. Then he spotted something. Something was under the seat in front of him. He peered out at the shape and his mind identified it…it was a blue suitcase. As his eyes processed what he saw a terrible fate was suddenly burdened upon him and his mind let go.
He awoke.
His eyes stared into the deepening darkness; it surrounded him making him lonely, no one was around no one cared. He tried to turn to the people around him but could not. Everyone was too occupied with his or her own lives, who would care? The human race is a selfish breed of animal.
He sat up and his mind went into a whirl. Nothing was what it seemed, he couldn’t see through the thick blanket of darkness. The pressures consumed him, life, expectation; selfishness compacted together and smashed him right in the stomach. It took away the calm reality that he thought he was in however, what he thought was real did not come.
He could here a muffled sound from somewhere in the vast empty space. His mind lit up, he thought that there was someone he could lean upon but as he searched, the sounds become muted, back to nothing, back to the stoic loneliness that depleted him. It hurt, he could not bare it, and the fastidious nature of the people around him converted him into something that he did not want to be. Then he felt something in his back, it caused him great pain he fell to his knee. The pain overtook his senses and drowned him…he fell.
The blue, perfect suitcase was out in front of him.
The sweat appeared upon his forehead. As more of it appeared it collected and slowly ran down his face. The moment had come to open the suitcase, to unveil the true corruption of this place. He was nervous like that first day. He sat down and scrutinized the suitcase like it was about to attack. He could feel the presence inside; it was something truly special, something that would free him from the constraints of reality. The members of the human race around him were unaware of what he had with him. They just sat; transfixed on the big screen that was in front of them, no one even had the respect to turn to him and ask him what the strange case was doing in this theatre, what was inside it and what it could do. He touched the blue case and it felt wonderful upon his fingertips. His eyes lit up as his mind jumped to conclusions as to what was inside the case.
The outside of this case is wondrous; it must be far greater inside!
He pressed his fingers on the metal buttons and an instant coldness consumed his fingers, the feeling was awful but that did not bother him. He pressured the buttons to slide out ways and there was an instantaneous click. His mind went into a frenzy at what his eyes would see as he lifted the lid. As soon as he lifted the lid his mind plunged off into a deafening darkness, it screamed in horror and the pitch black engulfed the agony of the sound. The worst possible feeling surrounded him and swallowed him whole sending him into a place beyond the normal. He couldn’t breathe, his airwaves were being filled with a hard liquid, and he vomited sending the strange alien liquid out onto the floor he appeared to be lying on!
Where the fuck am I?
Why am I here?
His mind could not grasp a sense of reality, everything was of pure evilness, pure nightmare. Images began to be projected out into the darkness sending flashes of blinding colours reflecting off what now appeared to be glass walls!
What the fuck?
He began to cry out, his eyes swelled with tears but as he was about to release the tears, his eyes began to burn. He couldn’t close them. He was forced by a hidden energy to look at the projected images upon the glass walls. They projected the most horrific images; the images made him feel sick. The sense forced its way up and it came out of his mouth. The chunky, thick liquid sprayed out in front of him from his mouth, staining the glass walls. It seems to have meaning. The vulgar liquid was integrated within the images adding to the fierceness and engrossing images further. He could not take it anymore. His mind screamed in agony. Nothing he did was good enough to grasp any concepts of realism. All he could feel was a deep pain, deep within the recesses of his mind, pushing through the sane barriers turning them inside out, crushing them into a pulp pushing out the demons that laid within his mind. And that was it, his mind clicked.
He woke startled.
He found himself sitting back in the theatre with masses of people around him. He was different. He looked around and took in the scene before him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing himself for the deadly encounter that was about to take place.
This is for what you have done to me! This is for all the heartache, the non-caring attitudes and the rest of the people who thought everything was ok!
He stood up and lifted his arm and aimed the gun at the nearest person.
He pulled the trigger.
The instant loud gun noise filled up the lecture theatre like a swarm of locusts descending on a town. The bullet penetrated the skull of the human and splattered blood and membranes all over. This was the beginning of the end. The people around rose together in an ecstatic row, people were screaming. The fear and terror of every single person joined together and engulfed the closed in space. The space became smaller and he felt at ease. He stepped over the chair and continued to fire. He gunned down everyone he could see. People falling around in puddles of blood…it was a massacre. He turned around to peer to the upper section to gun down those people, those people who laughed and smiled and enjoyed actually being in this hell hold. As he turned, his eyes scanned the crowd but something caught his eye. He peered at it and focused all his attention on it and then it became clear. They were the terrifying images that he saw before. His breathe got caught within his throat. His mind burst out and the dreary, dreamlike state he was in before spilled out into the realistic world. It consumed him the images became real. The demonic figures formed and began to move towards him. The terror was too great. Before he could escape but now he could never, they formed his real world, nothing was what he expected.
He turned and ran down the steps, hurdling over the seats, jumping over the dead bodies. He was in an absolute frightened state, he was shaking, his mind was ravaged his eyes could not see anything he was being consumed. He called out but no one could hear him.
No. No. No! What? No!
He jumped the last row of seating and the floor levelled out. As his feet hit the floor he stopped.
He looked ahead.
He lifted the gun up to his head and pulled the trigger.
Over the past 4000 years the world has been plagued with war. War is inevitable. It is a monster that will unleash its fury at any point in time and at any place in the world. Imagine a world with no war.
The day was neither young nor old for he did not know the hour. He was sitting in a pitch black chamber with no light present. It was just him and his conscience no one else. Was the year 1931? He did not know. He had been here for a very long time and his days were coming to an end. Occasionally they would come and visit him only to throw scrapes of food at him and to mock him. He could not see them for the light burnt his eyes but he heard the laughter and the language. He does not know what they say. It is an alien language. The fury and hatred builds in him. They will all suffer and pay for not being part of the pure race. He continues to sit and stare into the endless blackness.
Waiting, listening and conspiring.
His mind was going insane; his body was on the boarder of hyperthermia. He didn’t eat anything for weeks. He was clinging onto the last bits of life that were present when he slipped into a dream. He was back at the beginning. Before the impure bastards captured him. He was at home living a wonderful life. Then his world fell apart when they came. He felt a surge of fright for this should not be happening. They barged through the door and filtered into his home, one after the other. His face grew with anger as he saw them. They grabbed him and tied him up. They carried him out into the sunlight. As they were about to throw him in, he saw the man. Nothing felt more significant then that man. He was in the distance. Hooded.
The door swung open and streams of sunrays filtered into the chamber. He tried to shield himself from the light but they seized him and took him away. The final last minutes of his life were here. But it was all-wrong. He felt that he needed to do something; he knew that he was supposed to unity the pure race. Something had gone terribly wrong. They stood him on a stage in front of thousands of people. Little did the people know that this event would save all their lives? One single bearded man positioned himself in front of him and raised a gun at him. He stared straight down the barrel embracing the last few second of his life when something caught his eye. In the distance a man was standing with a hood over his head. Instantly he knew he was the same man that was there for his capturing. His eyes widened and in a space of a heartbeat the bullet penetrated his skull and was lodged into his brain. He fell lifeless and hit the wood with a sickening thud.
Several years had gone by.
She walked up the hill to where he was buried holding onto her son’s hand. They visited every year. They slowly came to a stand still over his grave. She bent down and placed flowers over him. She kissed her hand and placed it over the flowers. A single tear slipped down her cheek. The boy knelt down next to his mother and patted her shoulder. He told her everything was okay and daddy was sleeping. She hugged her son with all her love. They stayed for another couple of minutes. She slowly got up and held her son. She turned around and started to retrace her steps back down the hill. As she was walking down the hill she turned her head and whispered her final words “I love you Adolf Hitler”
World War II never came. The main cause of the war died seven years before it was suppose to happen. The course of history had changed.
These are the unpublished works of an aspiring author!
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RATING 7/10
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The realism in ones life can be question when thinking about the people who you associate yourself with. Living in suburbia, on a quiet little street with nice, perfect neighbors will create a world where nothing could possibly go wrong...or can it
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