“Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread,
Through shadow to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, Cloud and shade
All shall fade,
all shall fade.”—Pippin, Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
I have this reputation among my friends for having not seen certain ‘classic’ movies like Alien, Jurrassic Park and Starship Troopers. So the other night -among other movies- I finally watched Starship Troopers and I loved it.
Starship Troopers is a science fictioni action movie that takes place a future where a fascist mankind is waging an interstellar war against an alien race referred to as “The Bugs”. The film follows the military careers of a group of friends who at the start of the film are finishing school together and all join the military of the future - The Mobile Infantry.
The story jumps around a fair bit and parts of the story are told through almost infomercials that further flesh out the world in which the story is set and also move the pace of the story forward. I really liked this story device and it certainly made the movie more memorable and feel more authentic as far as showing a possible future mankind.
The special effects in the Starship Troopers are phenomenal. Especially since the movie was made in 1997. I love the visual design of The Bugs, they distinctly echo Warhammer 40K’s Tyranids but also bring their own visceral qualities to the table. The acting and script was excellent. I particularly liked seeing Neil Patrick Harris as the Military Intelligence Officer Carl. The story and characters had a really nice arc that ran through the film. I particularly liked how Rico’s Civic’s teacher in high school returned later in the film as his commander.
Even though the pacing and logic of the movie is a bit off at times, Starship Troopers is utterly terrific science fiction.
Just reread the Chapter “Intersecting Sagas” in Brisingr. It’s such a fascinating chapter and it really teases the supposed book that will be coming at some point after the Inheritence Cycle has concluded. I particularly love the way that even though we have no idea who or what the plotline of these two new characters are, Paulini has written them in such a way that we really want to know about them.
Sergeant Graves ran through the hail of gunfire and shrapnel as he raced down the dusty and barren hill.The dirt kicked up in his wake was quickly riddled with bullets fired by his pursuers. He could see the bunker at the bottom of the hill zooming up to meet him. His heart jumped for a split-second as he noticed an enemy soldier creeping around the edge of the bunker. Graves pulled up his rifle and aimed at the figure in his sights. Bang! He quickly reloaded his rifle. It was a habit, An automatic response to the length of time he had spent in combat combined with the months of training and years of experience. He continued his mad-dash and dived through the doorway of the bunker as one of the soldiers inside slammed the steel door closed. His second in command, Reyes, helped him to his feet. As their eyes met, they both knew that they had no time for pleasantries. Graves dashed over to the single window in the bunker. The situation looked grim, The enemy forces were storming their bunker from almost all directions. The remaining members of Graves combat squad occupied the bunker. Crusty kept a shotgun aimed at the bunker door, ready for the inevitable. Reds and Kingston were firing madly out of the window, trying to pick off the hordes of enemy soldiers that were approaching upon the bunker. Graves knew that they didn’t stand a chance of winning in hell against these odds, but he did not plan to go down without a fight. He aimed his rifle out the rifle and began to pick off hostiles. He aimed one up in his scopes. Bang! He found another target and repeated the process. Bang! They all wore dirty garments of varied patterns and colours, but it made no difference as he fired his rifle upon them with almost supernatural accuracy. Boom! A loud explosion behind him interrupted his rhythmic bloodshed. Graves spun around to see that the enemy had blown the bunkers monolithic steel door off its hinges. Crusty rapidly unloaded all the rounds in his shotgun, blasting away at the doorway like a madman and holding the hostiles at bay, buying the rest of the squad precious time to react. As he ran out of shells, the enemy gave him no reprieve and an enemy soldier stormed the room firing a clips-worth of bullets in Crusty’s direction. Most of the bullets missed, but the sheer number of bullets that tore into Crusty’s chest was too great for it to matter. Crusty’s body stayed upright for several seconds as he was peppered with bullets but eventually dropped and hit the floor of the bunker with a thump. Crusty’s sacrifice gave them the time to turn and react. Graves felt a pain in his chest as he saw Crusty hit the ground and Reyes pulled his pistol out and fired a single shot which hit Crusty’s killers eyes. Red lobbed a grenade through the door, while Kingston continued to fire upon the rapidly approaching hostile forces through the window, leaving his fate in the hands of his comrades. Red desperately made his way over the Crusty body, attempting to drag it away from the line of fire. Graves grimaced as he saw Red’s body cut to ribbons by another spray of bullets. Graves knew he didn’t have long before further hostiles would be upon them. The only way he could delay them was with a grenade, which he began to pull off his belt. Graves eyes widened as he saw a small silver spherical object suddenly tumble into the bunker, making a chink noise as it did so. Suddenly the world lit up. Graves closed his eyes, but it was too late. The flash grenade blinded him and the hostiles ran into the room and opened fire. Red, Kingston and Reyes fell like giants crashing to their doom. Graves felt the hot lead rip through his body. He screamed as his rational mind was overcome with absolute pain and terror. Graves fell to his knees and then the floor as death drew nearer. As Graves strained to open his eyes one last time, he saw the enemy soldiers surrounding him and the rest of his combat squad lying dead around him. The enemy had discounted him as dead. And so Graves did one last thing. The only option left to him. He pulled the pin on the grenade he was clutching.
So twenty six bestselling crime/thriller authors team up to write the ultimate crime story. The result is No Rest For The Dead and when I first saw it in Dymocks I was greatly curious as to whether the ambitious idea could be pulled off. Not that this is a bad thing, but No Rest For The Dead’s premise is quite complex.
“Ten years ago, Rosemary Thomas is found guilty of murdering her husband, Thomas. It was said that Thomas’s body was found encased within an iron maiden trap. His body was decayed and so decomposed that it was almost impossible to identify his body. The only thing that the police were able to use was a small, piece of a tooth.
Jon Nunn was the lead detective on the case. Present day. To this day the image of Rosemary’s execution still haunts Jon. Jon decides to reinvestigate the case for closure. What Jon finds instead is a web of lies and deceit. “
Anyways, the book is quite excellent and while if you closely examine each chapter you’ll find the nuances and differences in each writers style, a lot of the book feels quite cohesive and complete.
The plot and mystery of the book is quite excellent and the suspense in it had be hooked. I was constantly trying to work out who killed Rosemary Thomas, but despite that I would have never guessed who the villain of the story would turn out to be.
The characters in the book are quite good and they cover a nice range of archetypes. Nunn is the detective with nothing to lose. Haile is the manipulative woman trying to charm her way through life. I particularly liked the relationship between Belle and her ex-con husband. It felt very unique and yet realistic at the same time.
The book had a nice brutality to the way it tells its story and it brings a very dark realism to the setting of the story. As you would expect, the prose in the book is quite good and absolutely stellar in certain chapters.
Don’t let think that twenty six crime authors coming together is a gimmick, it all pays off and No Rest For The Dead is a testament to awesome crime fiction and well worth reading for any fan of the genre.
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