Let’s see where do  I begin.  Along time ago before the Martian and a host of other movies, Jeff Daniels was in Arachnophobia.  I think it’s the only movie where he plays a doctor.  This Steven Spielberg film for adults and children is entertaining.

IMDB gave it a 6.3

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099052/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_58

Which takes me back to the Antonio Bandera’s film Automata which reminded me of Blade Runner (but updated) Banderas is investigating robots who wander off grid and destined to return to some radioactive wasteland.

It was entertaining and featured a great cast.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1971325/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_8

Which takes me back to character. How can you create a great character to motivate your viewers/readers.

A character must announce his purpose within a film or book within the story Banderas did that in Automata.

Just like Beth and Bart did so in Siolam.

http://www.amazon.com/Siolam-Black-Western-Darrell-Banks/dp/1515299236/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1442695944&sr=1-1&keywords=siolam

Below is an excerpt from the novel.

CR 2014 2015

Darrell J Banks

All Rights reserved worldwide

“Chapter Four- No heroes

Beth crossed the unmarked border into Indian Territory.  She thought about her father and all the trouble caused by a few bad asses by her own choice not to ride with him against Kip and Big Ben.  A fatal mistake she would not make again.  The west would always remain violent, a few men causing too much pain for descent people.  As she rode, she looked to the horizon clouds formed, maybe rain.  There was not too much difference between the territories and Texas, except more twisters and windstorms hit them.  She hoped Bart was in his office today.  The territory was so big and the more time she wasted looking for him, the more time the  desperados would flee west.

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 Bart was not too far away from Beth.  Unlike many lawmen, he rode a black horse, unafraid how it stood out in the sands of the territories.  To Bart it didn't matter, his reddish skin, curly hair,  mixed heritage of Black, Mexican and  Creek, didn’t go over well in the territories or most of America.  If most folks didn’t like his color, they   definitely hated his position as a U.S. Marshall.  Since most white folks considered him an Indian and would shoot him on site, Bart had decided a quick death was better than a slow one.  He pushed his horse hard moving faster until he spotted one of the desperado’s horse tracks in the mud.  It had rained last night and the bugs were out in force.  Being stupid, this   rustler had stolen the cows and moved them toward the river, but had failed to send someone back to cover his tracks.”