Chemohawk Sessions

By Falsetto Prophet

Dear Podience,

Welcome to Chemohawk Sessions, an anthology series podcast. I'm a carbon-based lifeform who got, fought, conquered cancer; fled my droll career to air this passion project. I was restle... more

Download on the App Store

Download on the App Store

Get it on Google Play

FAQs about Chemohawk Sessions:

How many episodes does Chemohawk Sessions have?

The podcast currently has 271 episodes available.

Chemohawk Sessions episodes:

September 12, 2023 Hellbound Binding 5: Slick Page Flip: Devilish Devil in Blue Dress Distress (Blond/Brunette with a Cigarette); (Easy Reading/Book Comparison between Novel and Film: Devil in a Blue Dress)
Greetings Cinematic Fanatics, in this particular case, you Hellbound Book Hounds! The only thing more satisfying than a gorgeous and flawlessly executed standalone Slick Flick Pick is one that honors, if not exceeds, the splendor of its novel source material.
Sometimes a screenplay, or film, has been novelized into a riveting read;
conversely, an analogue bound book is oft condensed and converted, via a complex digital undertaking, to a cinematic adaptation. Some of the very slickest, sleekest, passionately picked flicks I've had the pleasure of enjoying originated with a Slick Page Flip I took pride in perusing. The age old debate remains as heated and vitriolic as ever, the lingering, pesky, vexing question: is the slick flick pick better than the slick page flip?
Sometimes this answer proves easier than slicing your finger's flesh on the corner of a page in a hellbound book; I offer the example of Winter's Bone, the flick is superior to the novel--but not vastly so-- while no doubt novel, source--however the Slick Page Flip of Sphere, by Michael Crichton, outshines the merit of its cinematic expression; coming from a cinephile, such as yours truly, that is a cocksure comment indeed.

While I will not perform this companion, contrast/comparison analysis between the primitive novel and polished flick on every Slick Flick Pick, I will grant you the gift of an either/or/both discussion when I find the right pairing of bound paper and waxy film. Enjoy you Hellbound Book Hounds and Cinematic Fanatics as I investigate these various bound collections and similar comparisons to their corresponding flick-- remain on track with your deft, rapt attention in tact through an aurally pleasing perusal as you sate your curiosity with each passing slick flick/page flip pleasure on my Chemohawk rack.
Snuggle the fstars up with a bloody, slick HellBound Book in your secretive nook.
As you earn each paper cut, you'll feel these fully fleshed out characters in your gut.
Whether binding open or cover shut, you've wed the novel--the flick serves merely as your mistress slut.
Here, we unwind some novel binding for this is where final cut greets papercut!
The Slick Flick Pick we will be discussing: Pick 45: Slick Flick
Pick: Easy's Sleazy Case--Trailing a West Coast Ghost (Facing Debts, Chasing Coquettes and Misplacing Cigarettes); (Devil in a Blue Dress, 1995) and while that flick was undeniably entertaining, rare and provocative-- the book furnished so much dialogue from its bleeding paper cut fingers feverishly flipping pages of the source novel, I
find this flick to be incredibly slick but how can you fstars up a story about teaching an old L.A. new tricks, a private eye dick, his trusting but
trigger-happy sidekick, whose flame is already lit on his wrathful wick as they track down the mixed race gal in a blue racy, lacey gown who, more so in the novel than the film proves a fstars lunatic.
Our protagonist, war vet hero Easy, sometime sleazy Rawlins finds himself in too deep, far over his head as his curiosity ushers him to an unseemly, unsafe place where streets run the color of her lips: blood red.

Today you are gifted the treat of audibly checking out this edition **Fifth selection of Slick Page Flip** from my Chemohawk Library Rack: Hellbound Binding 5: Slick Page Flip: Devilish Devil in Blue Dress Distress (Blond/Brunette with a Cigarette); (Easy Reading/Book Comparison between Novel and Film: Devil in a Blue Dress)

- Your freestyle logophile, bibliophile and cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
...more
53min
September 05, 2023 Pick 45: Slick Flick Pick: Easy's Sleazy Case--Trailing a West Coast Ghost (Facing Debts, Chasing Coquettes and Misplacing Cigarettes); (Devil in a Blue Dress, 1995)
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow me the tried and true, mixed-race devil in dress blue, post world war 2, both fun for me and for you, playing the podcasting role of a privately investigating gumshoe, with nothing to do but tend to my small Los Angeles home's garden, sleep on my porch, drink from the bottle and follow this deadly dame and obsess over where she is at, whether she is home or the coop she flew, this proves a dangerous world I will be walking for truths are half or less and people's motivations askew, I frequent bars above butcher shops and illegal bars, I'm Easy in a speakeasy and, with me, the local law likes to screw, on noirish thoughts I'll have to stew, a cloudy, concealed, cigarette smoke-filled lens obstructs my view, but this lethal mission to present for you I must see through for that mortgage payment on my suburban home is due;
it proves my P.I. pleasure to gift you this authentic, period piece,
detective, femme-fatal, noirish as it is stylish, lived in world where genuine characters, down to the smallest parts, roam, getting mixed up in diabolical, shady shit from sunup well into the gloam front porch patio treat of Slick Flick Pick.
You're my Cinematic Fanatics; I, your worthwhile cinephile.
For your 45th episode, I review one of my most treasured, enjoyed and applauded entries in the post WW2, city of angles, neo-noir world: an intriguing, enthralling, provocative visual pleasure, acted as well as it is written with organic dialogue, never a slog, where its ambition to confuse, mystify and befuddle is met only by its shrewd screenplay from source material as impressive and indelible as the first Easy Rawlins novel by Walter Mosley, this is an important flick, a well-choreographed and edited flick, and with the man in the fedora, a blue-dressed whore-a and the angles they both explore-a, we are all in for a mysteriously grand time.
There are competently executed scenes of swift violence, patient smoldering scenes of audible but subdued dialogue with a Denzel voiceover that does not annoy and where the sexy dames are good at three activities: smoking cigarettes, drinking bourbon straight up and remaining coy, cigarettes will also be used as a plot prop and ploy, with Easy's emotions both the strumpets and his so called friends will toy, but differentiating what is the real McCoy from decoy, will he be able to solve and settle, before his life, these underworld forces destroy?
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 45: Slick
Flick Pick: Easy's Sleazy Case--Trailing a West Coast Ghost (Facing Debts, Chasing Coquettes and Misplacing Cigarettes); (Devil in a Blue Dress, 1995).
Today, we discuss--the dangers of leaving your godda** door unlocked to your front door connected to a house you are imponderably proud to be paying a mortgage on, the inconsistency with Easy letting Coretta grind all up on his night stick to extract information about Daphne, but passing on Daphne's advances, in her sultry blue dress in a tense hotel room when she is practically sitting on his godda** lap with a cigarette in hand and a pretty head with well combed hair strands, the gall it takes to break into a man's house, make a bologna sandwich in his kitchen and then ask him to bring YOU HIS liquor, all of the inherent dangers in leaving anybody in the hands of a trigger-happy Mouse, the delectable nature of pig tails and feet and the repeated reminders that the men in this slick flick value their real, tangible property more than the women: Joppy and his marble bar, Easy and his quasi owned home, Mouse and his guns, but let's be real the dames shown in this flick all have an angle, they let their dresses fall and their shoes dangle, they are scheming and, for intel, tag-teaming and none of them are nuns.
- Your worthwhile cinephile
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
...more
1h 8min
August 31, 2023 Pick 44: Slick Flick Pick: Outhouse Counsel, Broken Fixer-- Don't Carpool with Clayton (Memo Alarming, Fixer Strong-Arming and Car Bomb Disarming); (Michael Clayton, 2007) **With Red Devil's Voice**
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow us the trying, taxing, spirit-crushing, soul-killing, legally thrilling, car-bombing, cab ride-calming and thankless task of shadowing, for the length of this 2 hour emotionally cathartic journey, a well-groomed but morally doomed man, who--though a GQ model--is far from a model citizen, who adjusts, shades, bends and distorts the truth under the cover of night, morally dim and/or ambiguous lighting or through loopholes, blackmail and owed favors, Clayton is a man with
fragments of a plan, he is, by some, hated, his once colossal ego deflated, his actions, neither by family nor his firm, celebrated, in this warp speed legal construct, a bit dated, from a existential perspective, ill-fated, as he is but a bagman and not a real lawyer, he's metaphorically castrated, as frustrated by the premature passing of his friend whose lifeline was truncated, as his once enthusiastic approach to his work has long since vacated and while the value of Michael Clayton, I long ago painstakingly calculated, I have determined, via a double rewatch recently, that this flick, by my previous meritorious statements regarding its quality, was not fairly compensated; I simply did not demonstrate adequately how this film is so godd*** glorious it remains a cinema consecrated as I remain, in ways I did not even recognize prior, captivated and, so too, will I captivate you cinematic fanatics by way of this Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main lawsuit filing, defending, crop-defiling, fighting and settling-out-of-court vein of Chemohawk Sessions.
You're my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile.
For your 44th episode, I review a flick I fondly remember, but upon rewatch wish in the campaign to officially sell, talk up and vote for this slick flick, I wish I was an official member. I rented this fine, legally slick, dialogue quick, corporation corrupting, one fixer's life disrupting flick pick from Blockbuster and watched it while transfixed by this fixer and mesmerized by Clooney's disenchanted eyes, as he navigates their
sleazy lies and thwarts their attempted assassination tries, all while wearing conservatively crisp fstars ties. This slick flick was both critically and financially praised and while Tilda, formerly the archangel Gabriel from Constantine, did collect a best supporting actress Oscar, it
pains me to admit that neither Clooney nor Wilkinson, while earning
nominations, would not get to hold their well-earned gilded trophies.
I offer you: Pick 44: Slick Flick Pick: Outhouse Counsel-- Don't Carpool with Clayton (Memo Alarming, Fixer Strong-Arming and Car Bomb Disarming); (Michael Clayton, 2007)

Today, we discuss--the life saving value of recognizing the dangers, both overt and covert, of your GPS suddenly shorting out on the fritz, how stopping to smell a wayside horse might just prove the life-saving course, that even when you add some pounds and hold back the man's
smile, Clooney remains a dapper godd*** son of a legal witch bi***, the moral math on serving as a billion dollar firm's fixer, but them not even furnishing you a set of wheels you can keep, the biological differences between di*** and chicks for Tilda sweats like a toothless cat in a fish factory, but Michael does not sweat a single drop, but then again, Michael may not be human as he has all the cops thinking he is some badass, renegade lawyer and his team of legal eagles thinking he is some kind of vigilante, gilded member of law enforcement, as far as cold, legal, cathartic thrillers go, this one sits comfortably at the top, so many other impersonators proved a flop, you're allowed to, on Clayton's conversations, eavesdrop, but I pity the fool who serves as his chauffer, valet or fstars carhop.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and Red Devil.
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
...more
1h 32min
August 25, 2023 Pick 43: Slick Flick Pick: Westernized to Cannibalized--An Infection, Bisection, Unnatural Selection and a Westward Direction (Where There's a Wilson, There's a Way); (Bone Tomahawk, 2015)
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow me westernized, cannibalized, stabbing both westward and any upright bipedal who stands in their way, bisecting and dissecting pleasure of ushering you through the cracked, dusty and dried ground, blood-soaked, cave fire stoked and subsequent crime scene after their precious grave site is disturbed and provoked, this is a slow burning slick flick that a little past midway becomes a stomach-churning, panic-inducing, potboiler, the violence is blunt and extreme, and you will surely want to scream, but if you tell yourself it is not a real nightmare, rather a cinematic dream with a shock and awe theme, you will remind yourself that things are not as brutal and unforgiving as they seem, but I am on your team and it is my pleasure esteem to this flick redeem by gifting you this shocking, sensational, stupendous, scary, superior western/horror hybrid treat of Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main tomahawked and scalped forehead vein of Chemohawk Sessions.
You're my Cinematic Fanatics; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. For your 43rd episode, my bicolor compadre, Othello, and I review one of our most feared, appreciated and applauded western genre entries of yore with a terrifyingly torturous twist in the Kurt Russell compendium of solid work: a bleak, haunting, menacing, gorgeously shot and choreographed, excruciatingly well-acted and written with proficient pacing and a cathartically pleasing conclusion to the terrors that befall a town and the quartet who rides, then walks then sacrifices much to save those who were, mostly all, abducted, imprisoned, bisected and eaten, this is a flick that does not pull its trogfuc**** punches, the question still lingers, which of our human cast will end up these savages' godd*** lunches?
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 43: Slick Flick Pick: Westernized to Cannibalized--An Infection, Bisection, Unnatural Selection and a Westward Direction (Where There's a Wilson, There's a Way); (Bone Tomahawk, 2015).
Today, we discuss-- the dangers of trusting anyone mofo who approaches your camp in a furtive manner in the dark, the brilliance, economy and utility behind using a string of bells configuration as
an unsophisticated aural trip flare, the savageness yet undeniable likability of Matthew Fstars Fox and hoping to Christ he outFoxes the troglodytes, the constant and repeated desire to see Albert Swearengen make an appearance wielding his long blade knife and wicked wordplay that cuts even deeper, the gruesomeness of the violence in the cave contrasted with the gentle way in which Samantha rides her broke leg hubby and the forseeable and unforeseeable dangers associated with drinking from a flask.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Eyes like a hawk, wit sharp as a trog killing tomahawk-Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U. Fact-Check Follow up: Everything I Touch by Stabbing
Westward is the referenced song's name. Also, I called it Little Hope repeatedly when it is in fact Bright Hope.
...more
1h 17min
August 17, 2023 Pick 42: Slick Flick Pick: The Aftermath of Wrath--Thinking Inside the Box (Don't Make Brad Mad); (Seven, 1995) **With Red Devil's Aural Appearance**
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Before we begin with
our slick flick rife with and rooted in sin, as our voices, only, you can hear;
you're unable to see our scared-straight skin, we will give a moment of silence
for the premature, but timely plot-device devised demise of Ms. Tracy Mills,
whose innocent HCG laced blood spills, and this silent moment will prove so
silent, you can hear drop an eighth sin pin but in this slick
sinematic Se7en game we play, it is we, not John Doe, who will win. Allow us the gritty, vile, rain-drenched, water-logged, bloodstained detecting
responsibility of showing you grotesque sights and shadowing your salacious and
sinful--but sacred, repugnant-- but requisite duties as we uncover, inspect and
investigate site after macabre sight, this flick is shot during the day just as
much at night, but you can't make heads or tails of the time, whether in the
day's deathly vail of dark night or born again, with an overcast sure to last,
morning light, the ceaseless patter of rain is enough to make me, Mills, and
Red Devil wish the sun would rise, the clouds vaporize and the summer set,
though it won't just be water that gets on Detective Mills when he gets wet,
Doe thinks of himself as some devout emissary/messiah doling out some lordly
bidding, he-- God's chief pet; it is Somerset who will sweat, Mills who will
fret, and the horrifyingly petrifying ending, where Tracy's head proves
fragile, in more ways than one, hits harder as feelings of ardor, for her, we,
like Mills, harbor; her presence we've felt as us, through Somerset, she has
met.
We offer you the guiltless
satisfaction of watching you squirm as we have squirmed whilst participating in
the sensory overload sensation of this wickedly delectable, digestible as it is
detestable, stylishly nihilistic, at times-- hopefully realistic, but, allthewhile
beautifully sadistic and thoughtfully holistic Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a
desirable diversion from the main both sinful and bingeable vein of Chemohawk
Sessions.
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 42: Slick
Flick Pick: The Aftermath of Wrath--Thinking Inside the Box (Don't Make Brad Mad); (Seven, 1995)
Today, we discuss-- If you're far too pompous in your pride; so foolish, you let John Doe inside, you would be better to, the killer, not deride, be honest with yourself and not the truth, elide, him--with his newfound limp-- she may outrun, but in her apartment there are too few
nooks to hide, he mangled her nose, making for an ugly bride, though still among the living she has already, for all superficial purposes, died inside, and before the smears of blood have dried, her own mortal choice, she's solidified, selecting eternal sleep instead of calling the cops to rescue her disfigured hide, if like me, you like pizza, fried chicken and going on binging sprees, then with glutton, you are in good company, our fat friend engorged himself on red sauce with rigatoni and as his hands are bound, not free, it became barfaroni, in this obese shut-in's distress, Doe finds glee and with muzzle pressed to el gordo's flesh, he likely even cheered: Eat up butter cup and finish your spaghetti, just don't eat me, yip yip yippee!"
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and RED DEVIL!
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
Fact Check Follow Ups:
Paperback books are expensive due to the rising cost of
printing on paper, royalties, the economy of scale, return policy, and transit costs. The cost of
paper has increased, which has led to an increase in the cost of books.
On Sept. 24, 1862, Lincoln suspended habeas corpus throughout the nation. Anyone rebelling against the US would be jailed, denied a jury trial, and tried in military court instead.
The Usual Suspects came out in 1995.
12 Monkeys came out in 1995.

...more
1h 43min
August 10, 2023 Pick 41: Slick Flick Pick: Premedicated Murder--Bent Broad in a Straightjacket (A Quack, Prozac and a Sleepstabbing Attack); (Side Effects, 2013)
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow your not quite long in the tooth, but your falsetto soothsayer of every hot, lukewarm or cold hard truth the imperceptible pleasure of proscribing, for your lethargy, a stimulating cocktail of a slick side-effect-laden flick where things are inverted and distorted far from what they seem, where into a pillow Rooney will scream and the surreal music coupled with the fog bank hazy film style convinces even the most lucid that they're in the thick and thicket of a dream, here they'll go against medical advice and what their doctors deem; the antagonizing, agonizing bicurious tag team, mayhem wreaking, ill-gotten gains seeking sightly, sensual and seductive duo pull wicked wool over even the keenest eyes through delivery of well-practiced lies and strategic exposure of toned, smooth appetizing thighs. Rooney Mara, on our emotional psyches leaves an indelible scar-a, though she be but a little swallower of a proscribed pill, she is ferocious in her knife slashing kill, this is not a flick with a series of kinetic thrills, nor a rampant trail of kills, rather a slow-burning, stomach-churning climax earning production and though not a licensed physician, I am somewhat of a cinephilic magician tasked with the satisfying task of gifting you this shocking, sensational, stupendous, scary, scandalous, salacious and sordid treat of Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main pill-popping vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile.
For your 41st episode, I review one of our my most curious, intelligent, Hitchcockian and psychologically fulfilling entries in Soderbergh collection: a trippy, faux tranquil, socially relevant as it is malevolent superbly acted by an attractive godd*** cast with performances that stand the test of time and last, every actor playing off each other and
toying with our expectations, Rooney is as terrifying as she is deft at lying, her intense eyes mesmerize and she proves a pro at sleepwalking, cooking, stabbing and our attention grabbing.
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Slick Flick Pick:
Pick 41: Slick Flick Pick: Premedicated Murder--Bent Broad in a Straightjacket (A Quack, Prozac and a Sleepstabbing Attack); (Side Effects, 2013). Today, we discuss--the math of a gal being as gorgeous as she is gloomy, as greedy as she is gullible, as ghostly as she is guilty, the enviable position of a doctor who encounters three drop dead knockout femme-fatales in one afternoon, Vinessa Shaw, Rooney Mara and Catherine Zeta Jones, and lives to tell the fstars tale, how the busiest city in the nation can be shot in such a cleverly deceptive way that the main characters appeal isolated, separated and sequestered from a living, breathing world, a shocking deterrent to the recidivism rate of criminal acts i.e. spouse killing a recently paroled spouse, the dangers of approaching your wife's back in the kitchen and the miles of sympathy you can elicit from your boss if you pretend to upchuck in their presence.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: The prescriber of your slick medicinal flicks, Dr. Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
...more
1h 22min
July 25, 2023 Pick 40: Slick Flick Pick: Too Sharp, a Splinter, to Shred--The Rat has a Name, Four Teens Play a Shell Game and Save a Freckled, Foxy Dame (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, 1990) **With Red Devil**
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow us the secretive, subterranean, Ninjutsewer pleasure of stealthily shadowing you around the pitch black, foot clan-attacked, rat-infested, mozzarella cheese-digested streets where four baby turtles did not choose the ooze they were ultimately discovered in, and though that ooze was no doubt misused, this is where their charming story will begin, once collected by their wise, old surrogate-father-rodent in an old coffee can to now clashing, nunchucking, skateboarding over and foiling The Foot Clan, Splinter remains inexplicably wise and between Leo and Raph, one always draws up and executes a kick a** plan, their Judas turned partner in vanquishing the villainous slime perpetrating thieving crime prefers to be called Dan, and Casey fstars Jones will no doubt be at Raphael's future wedding, his best godd*** man, I am not aquainted with the realistic expectation of a turtle's lifespan, nor do I know if Shredder is better classified as a super villain, arch-nemesis or garden variety mad man, all I know for fstars certain is that he has no difficulty nor delays in opening a turtlefuc**** tin can.
This is a flick that is almost completely defined by my fading, but resolute sense of nostalgia and every time I rewatch this dark, atmospheric, economical, creative, original, well-acted and supremely satisfying green ooze slick flick, I adore it all the same, perhaps still more than before and I pay that warm, nostalgic sensation forward as we present to your auditory senses this ridiculous as it persisting, at first glance immature but, over time, maturing, assuring and enduring special adolescent throwback edition of Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the neon green ooze and anchovy pizza sewer main vein of Chemohawk Sessions.
You're our Cinematic Fanatic; we, your worthwhile cinephiles. For your 40th episode, we review, and concomitantly gift you, one of our most enjoyed cinematic experiences from the 90's, from our childhoods, formative years, teenage days, young adult hood and well into our
adult-adult final phase of our lives so long into the hereafter, I am not ashamed to admit to anyone--kind enough to think to ask, and curious enough to inquire--I consider this to be a fun, wholesome, worthwhile, surprisingly articulate, warmly-acted and filled to the brim with Karate Kid wisdom, I prefer Splinter to Mr. Fstars Miyagi, though down one ear, he knows all, maintains such a clarity of vision for miles ahead and beyond, for even he can see Casey Jones is the Aprilfuc*** man, in
his hockey mask and T, and seems to mean as much to Raph as hot cheesy pizza means to Red Headband Devil and me, though living in squalor, within the confines of the sewer, seems claustrophobic, perhaps even to Casey… homophobic, but to them it seems free, for they can skateboard and order slices that Leo dices, Splinter can watch TV while his four teenage turtles trammel and thwart the city-wide crime spree.
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 40: Slick Flick Pick: Too Sharp, a Splinter, to Shred--The Rat has a Name, Four Teens Play a Shell Game and Save a Freckled, Foxy Dame (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, 1990)
Today, we discuss--the chemistry between April and Casey Jones is more explosive than any science that went into the mysterious, secretive secretions of the glowing green ooze, that for some of us, picking a favorite teenage turtle is rather fstars effortless to choose, though Shredder proves the victor against four spry, well-trained turtles, in the subsequent mano a rata rooftop battle against a short, old, whiskered, robe-cloaked rat, he does lose.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: My favorite half shell remains Raphael: Falsetto and Red headband Raphael fan Devil
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
...more
1h 27min
July 15, 2023 Pick 39: Slick Flick Pick: Dirty Cash, Racial Backlash and Goulash--City of Racially Entangled Angels (Quieting Corruption, Disquieting Disruption and Rioting Eruption); (Dark Blue, 2002)
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow me the gritty, vile, volatile angelic city pleasure of chauffeuring you around the deep, dark blue, dirty streets where fallen angels congregate, despondent cop husbands and their disillusioned wives mate, where Eldon Perry's detecting skills are first fstars rate, where it's not the anti-hero, but his hero-hero partner who meets a grim, bloody fate, though Perry is a bent, crooked man, Kurt plays the role
straight, he's the cop you both root the fstars for and love to hate, his
daddy, with bullets, built this town and the strong, long, wrong arm of the
law, Eldon will dictate, he invites his workmate over for a cauldron of goulash
after a blackmail cache, racial backlash, and bloody bags of dirty cash, though
a bold statement, I am not being daft nor rash when I proclaim, with no shame,
that this is Kurt fstar Russel's greatest performance, in the sea of dirty cop
cinema, he makes a hell of a godda** splash.
For your 39th episode, I review one of my most enjoyed corrupt cop on the take
with a lack of remorse, but such oodles of conviction he stays the course, this
is a slick cop owning every scene in this slick flick, a flick devoid of boring
scenes but rife with visuals and cautionary tales of a man destroyed, drinking
away his pain and slaying street urchins to fill his own deep, dirty, demonic
void, my only question for a man who drinks beers at lunch and a bottle of
scotch in the godd*** office, well within sight of colleagues and superiors
alike--how the fstars is he still employed? It is not my recommendation that
you tussle with Kurt fstars Russell, for in this role as Eldon Perry, he proves
time and again he is fstars scary.
This flick flickers
resplendently in a vast galaxy of gritty cop-in-Los-Angeles or other corrupt
major municipality crime films: Training Day, Street Kings, Narc, End of Watch, Pride and
Glory, Triple 9, the list remains as
long as Perry's digest of slurs, aspersions and slanderous remarks, but what
this flick has is a gripping central performance from Kurt in a leather jacket
and black T-shirt who does not shy from damaging, delivering, doling and dishing
out hurt, for he operates not within the confines of the law, but its
outskirts, and while his partner Bobby participated in some dark blue deeds,
with Perry, in concert, while other films, such as Training Day, chose a violent, obvious ending overt, this film
tries harder, makes the ending land darker, and makes you think about what you
witnessed a little longer, your memory will last stronger, for it's the moral
fibers in the law cloth that Kurt will avert, skirt or pervert so that when he
addresses his blood and blue family, confesses his litany of sins, his ending
tastes sweet-- like a just dessert.

I offer you: Pick 39: Slick Flick Pick: Dirty Cash, Racial Backlash and Goulash--City of Racially Entangled Angels (Quieting Corruption, Disquieting Disruption and Rioting Eruption); (Dark Blue, 2002)

Today, we discuss--the high blood alcohol tolerance
of a middle-aged L.A. cop who drinks liquor in his car, the police station, at
home, the strip club, his bosses office and at every crime scene shop and stop
along the way to his next greased palm, bribe or payday, he is delighted to pay
the 900 number bill as confirmation his sole son ain't gay, he makes his wife
read a brutally blunt letter, but it is not that revelation but some
bottom-shelf whiskey that makes Eldon feel better, was his home paid for in
dirty, dark blue cash or does he remain a debtor, perhaps when he gets out of
the slammer, he will trade in his leather jacket for a sweater, with snapping
money shot photos, he seemed a real go-getter, maybe his next career, he can be
a private investigator procuring and sending out blackmail night letters.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla
...more
1h 8min
June 29, 2023 Pick 38: Slick Flick Pick: Gender Role Switches to Male Witches--Jocks, Nighthawks and Morlocks (The Covenant, 2006) **With Caro Blood Red Wine's Aural Appearance**
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the trying
and thankless task of ushering at least one neophyte, transferred-in student named Chase "the nutcase" around the northeastern United States where he is both interloping and posing--but really far more north than the country's border-- high school dorm--where unholy happenings, sinister spider-spell traps, chants and two babes enchanting, where the boys are as rich as they suffer the curse of Ipswich, athletes foot and jock fstars itch, if you interrupt Chase Collin's magic show, you'll be found glassy eyed in the back seat of a tiny, gas-friendly, poor man's car or ti** up in a ditch, just cause your rich, don't mean we'll all call you a morlock, rather a male fstars witch, and Caro Dark Magic Divine and I won't be made your bit** while we reveal the
joys, boys with both foosball and crotch-rocket toys, and how The Covenant may sometimes just be beneficial for background
noise with this Slick Flick Pick, a desirable diversion from the
main spell casting vein of Chemohawk Sessions.
For your 38th episode, we review a
flick I fondly remember, but upon rewatch worry parts I must misremember, of
this Ipswich pre-college Canadian cabal clan, I'm sadly no member, while some
moments burn bright in their brilliance, time has shown me this flick displays
more smoldering smoke than a glowing hot ember.
We offer you, regarding this cold, fog-laden,
electrical-storm-lit, where one male witch must, the other dude witch, outwit
or when he turns 18, his powers he'll be forced to forfeit, the person with the
biggest balls is actually Sarah, who in Caleb's car makes the first move,
kisses his thick lips and goes for it in this fun, but far from flawless,
production: The Covenant, circa September
2006.
Enter, with us, you cinematic
fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of
reality… we offer you: Pick 38: Slick
Flick Pick: Gender Role Switches to Male Witches--Jocks, Nighthawks and Morlocks (The Covenant, 2006). Today, we discuss--the glaring irony in showing a bodacious, booksmart, blonde babe with 2+ tramp tats on her back; though she probably holds hands like a champ, she kisses like she is tongueless and in the front pew of church.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: The real Ipswich founder and original dude witch: Falsetto Prophet and Daddy Long Legs Spider Spell put on her: Caro Dark Magic Divine, Blood Red Wine
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla,
F.C.F.U. It is called a Track Meet.
Song referenced is How Do I Live Without You.
How 311 Got Its Name
Is the popular rock band '311' associated with the Ku Klux Klan?
Barbara Mikkelson
Claim:   311's innocuous name masks
sinister ties to white supremacy, because 'K' is the eleventh letter of the
alphabet, and 'K' repeated three times equals 'KKK'.
Status:   False.
Origins:   This rumor has dogged 311.
There's no KKK involvement and never has been.
The numbers don’t lie: women tend to live longer than men. The average American man will live to age 76, according to latest CDC figures, while the average woman in America will live to age 81.

...more
1h 45min
June 19, 2023 Pick 37: Slick Flick Wick: Man's Best Foe--Cry "Baba Yaga," and Let Slip the Dogs of Wick (John Wick, 2014)

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow me the three-piece-suited pleasure of shooting
near your ear, around your detectable, audible sound and on your periphereal
but never directly at you while I, through gun-fu, bring you the myth, the
suburban legend, the whispered fairy tale/dreamy nightmare of Baba Yaga and his
Slick Flick Wick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable
diversion from the main black hair slicked back, blood slick Wick vein of
Chemohawk Sessions. You're our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your worthwhile f******
cinephiles. For your 37th episode, Gut shot, blood clot Red Devil and I review
one of our most admired, appreciated and adrenaline fueled gun-fu, artistically
inclined, richly colored, sleekly shot, animal rights activist's wet dream,
duel directed/written team, tale so straightforward, yet dreamy and surreal,
you feel as though your levitating somewhere between a surreal reality and a
real fstars dream, high body count slain by such lethal, graceful hands
belonging to a lean, mean man in a slick Wick suit that you should not,
cannot--will not discount, the required gold coin amount is already in the high
tables bank account and there is no gunman, bodyguard, guerilla, or godda**
shotgun blast of gastroenteritis or pistol-whipped bout of gout, whether the
foe be a beefy, brawny bodyguard, bodybuilder beefcake, or a razor thin, slim,
wiry, speedy and scary adversary, he will dispatch all of the above like lethal
Wick cream on a pesky rash.

This film is composed of three acts, the backstory,
the sob story precipitating, culminating into the cataclysmic, chaotic,
calamitous dispatching of his beloved doggie: Daisy, now a mangled mutt and the
deliciously, diabolically bloodthirsty denouement with carnage laden
consequences. Those who proclaim Keanu can't act need to clean up their own
fstars act, for dialogue and line delivery is but a scintilla of an actor's
responsibility, if you see, with your own judgmental eyes, and likely try to
explain it away and theorize, you still cannot deny that you believe Keanu is
John Wick: an undeniably sleek, swift, sharpshooting and slick former cold
killer turned puppy lover, with every slick Wick roll, chop, shot, stab, deft
grab and sending 77 bodies to the morgue's cold slab fitted for an embalming
and toe fstars tag, then Keanu is a tremendous actor and presence on the
screen; I will boldly state it is method acting for if you spent 8 hours a day
for 4-6 months straight stunt driving, shooting and martial godd*** arts, then
you are a skilled professional who we all would, no doubt, performing your own
risky as shiz stunts appreciate.
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the
realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick
37: Slick Wick Pick: Man's Best Foe--Cry "Baba Yaga," and let Slip
the Dogs of Wick (John Wick, 2014)

Today, we discuss--the folly of thinking that
you can mangle a man's mansion, dispatch his Daisy, purloin his prized ride,
not even wipe your shoes on the welcome mat, and think you will get to enjoy a
bubbly alcoholic refreshment in a bathhouse hand-delivered to you by voluptuous
call girls unmolested, the cinematic evidence that slicked back hair and a
facial contour fitting beard is the look of assassins not lame bureaucrats, the
only personality more watchable than Keanu doing what John Wick Keanu will do
is Viggo, the red shirt, black suit bearded Russian crime czar who may run, but
will fail to get very far, for Wick's impressive display of tattoos are hiding
bullet scars, and unlike 50 fstars cent, he cares about his cars, he might
drink in bars, but does not wind up behind bars, and Wick can double tap a
target 3 feet away or on the far side of unclefuc**** Mars.

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Candles burn twice as hot with Wick and a gun: Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
...more
1h 24min

FAQs about Chemohawk Sessions:

How many episodes does Chemohawk Sessions have?

The podcast currently has 271 episodes available.