READING is a deeply personal and intensely visceral experience.

As words spill from the page, our febrile imaginations conjure worlds full of danger, love, otherworldly creatures or evil killers.

With a really good book, we can be immersed for hours, gorging on every perfectly crafted phrase.

But what if you didn’t have to play it out in your mind’s eye?

What if, by reading a book, you could literally bring the story to life around you, coaxing characters off the page and into the real world?

Inkheart is a fantastical family adventure based on the best-selling novel by Cornelia Funke about a secret class – the Silvertongues – who possess such a remarkable gift.

Yet this special ability comes at a terrible price: for every fictional character allowed to leap across the divide, a real person must take their place in the strange two-dimensional world of ink.

Director Iain Softley marshals a largely British cast for his fast-paced and colourful adaptation, working from a screenplay by David Lindsay-Abaire.

Doting father Mo Folchart (Brendan Fraser) has kept a terrible secret from his daughter Meggie (Eliza Bennett) since she was three years old: he is a Silvertongue and inadvertently sent his beloved wife Teresa (Sienna Guillory) into the pages of a book called Inkheart.

Ever since, Mo has scoured second-hand bookshops for a copy, desperate to undo his misdeeds.

Stumbling upon a tatty, old copy of Inkheart, Mo finally believes he could be reunited with Teresa only for the past to catch up with him.

A stranger called Dustfinger (Paul Bettany), who harks from Inkheart, tries to warn the Folcharts about the villain Capricorn (Andy Serkis).

“We’re going to Italy. You have a great-aunt there,” Mo tells his daughter, taking Meggie to meet the beautiful Elinor (Helen Mirren).

Unfortunately, the villain and his goons take the women hostage and force Mo to read aloud.

Determined to stop Capricorn, Mo and his allies track down the author of Inkheart, Fenoglio (Jim Broadbent).

Inkheart is a fun-filled journey between real and imaginary realms, with a gentle mix of comedy and action.

Mirren demonstrates impeccable comic timing and Bettany walks the thin line between good and bad as a wanderer who reacts angrily to the suggestion that he is repugnant.

“Blame him – he wrote me that way!” screams Dustfinger, pointing at Fenoglio.

Softley sustains our interest for 106 minutes before an orgy of computer-generated special effects vies for our attention.

See it at Empire, Odeon, ABC