How Does Cinema Defense Influence Modern Movies?

I was an emergency physician. After finishing a night shift, I had just walked out of the hospital entrance when a colleague from the hospital called me. "Dr. Doherty, hurry back. A critically injured patient was just brought in. The chief wants you to return immediately and help with the resuscitation." I turned around without thinking. But then a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. [Do not enter the operating room! Do not take part in this resuscitation!] [The patient is already dead. If you go in, you will be taking the fall for the hospital director's daughter!] [This patient's family is powerful. You will not only be sentenced to death, your parents will also be forced to jump to their deaths as well!] My steps stopped cold. A few seconds later, my heart tightened. I decided to believe the comments. I would gamble on it. My eyes swept quickly across the ground. I immediately locked onto an uncovered deep shaft on the road. I gritted my teeth, shut my eyes, and threw myself straight into the opening.

I was the kind of girl everyone called hopelessly lovestruck. That day was no different from any other. I clung to my boyfriend’s arm, leaned in close, and shamelessly asked for a kiss like I always did. However, right before my lips touched his, a line of glowing comments drifted across my vision. They floated in the air like a livestream chat. [Can this side character wake up already? Can she not see the male lead avoided her the entire time? He hated clingy relationships like this.] [The kind of person who really suits him is the female lead. Someone gentle, patient, and understanding.] [Once the real female lead shows up, this annoying clingy girlfriend is definitely getting dumped.] My body froze. I slowly loosened my arms from around his neck. In the next second, he suddenly looked up at me. “Why’d you stop?”

My mother was beaten into the ICU, and I signed six critical-condition notices in one night. When I was at my lowest, my girlfriend disappeared without a trace. Only after my mother died did I stand in court as the plaintiff's attorney in her case. My girlfriend, gone for two months, appeared at the defense table. She was defending the man who killed my mother.

​“I’m paid to keep you safe, Caro. Not to keep my hands off you.” ​Alessandro De Luca is the elite’s most dangerous weapon. A cold, calculated security expert who has never let a woman get past his defenses. He lives by a strict code of silence and professional distance—until his new assignment walks through the door. ​CARO is the only woman who ever saw the man behind the mask. Years ago, she broke his heart and vanished. Now, she’s back—and she’s the target of a powerful underground syndicate. ​Trapped together in a luxury villa on the Italian coast, the lines between protection and possession begin to blur. Alessandro is determined to keep her alive, but his simmering fury is quickly turning into an all-consuming fire. ​He is her defender. She is his greatest temptation. But in a world where secrets are more lethal than bullets, can their rekindled passion survive the truth?

My adoptive father, Aaron Lind, owns a gym. He has always lived by one rule and taught me the same. "If you stand on the side of reason and justice, you'll never lose." When I turn 18, my biological parents, Cedric Mercer and Katherine Vane, appear at my doorstep. They claim that I am the long-lost heiress of the Mercer family. Those who practice martial arts value gratitude above all else. One must never forget the debt owed to those who gave them life. Hence, I carry Pops' old canvas bag and head to the Mercer residence. Their adopted daughter, Lyra Mercer, rises from the couch with a sweet smile. "Kendra, you must be tired after such a long journey." I lift my canvas bag. "I got this." The butler, Harrison Reyes, leads me upstairs. … An hour later, I come downstairs to find Lyra leaning against Katherine's shoulder, weeping. A clear handprint marks her face. When she sees me, she shrinks back. "Why did you slap me, Kendra?" All eyes in the room lock onto me like daggers. I walk toward her and raise my hand. The very next second, a sharp gust of wind sweeps through the room, and everyone's expressions change. My hand stops just inches from her face. I spread my fingers, holding them right next to the handprint on her cheek. Ten years of training have hardened my knuckles with calluses. My hand is a full size larger than the imprint left on her cheek. "Does my hand match the mark on your face?" The fingers she's using to cover her face curl inward. "If you can't bring yourself to slap yourself properly, get someone else to help you next time." I dust off my hands nonchalantly. "When you're done with your performance, remember to call me for dinner."

In an East London lock up, two film makers, Jimmy and Sam, are duct taped to chairs and forced to watch a snuff film by Ashkan, a loan shark to whom they owe a lot of money. If they don’t pay up, they’ll be starring in the next one. Before the film reaches its end, Ashkan and all his men are slaughtered by unknown assailants. Only Jimmy and Sam survive the massacre, leaving them with the sole copy of the snuff film. The film makers decide to build their next movie around the brutal film. While auditioning actors, they stumble upon Melissa, an enigmatic actress who seems perfect for the leading role, not least because she’s the spitting image of the snuff film’s main victim. Neither the film, nor Melissa, are entirely what they seem however. Jimmy and Sam find themselves pulled into a paranormal mystery that leads them through the shadowy streets of the city beneath the city and sees them re-enacting an ancient Mesopotamian myth cycle. As they play out the roles of long forgotten gods and goddesses, they’re drawn into the subtle web of a deadly heresy that stretches from the beginnings of civilization to the end of the world as we know it. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing