Don't say can't to Dr. Wigant.
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow Othello and me the pleasure of walking your whistleblowing, partially
seeing--but mostly knowing-- threatening to cripple the titan industry
capitalizing on the profits which keep cancer sticks' cherries glowing, carcinogens
flowing and the cigarette smokescreen up our collective a**es blowing, his
former tobacco company's look-the-other-way-vision-statement-line he ain't
godd*** towing, he is curt, brusque, abrasive, not easygoing, he's socially
inept, not outgoing, but he is as dogged as his insider information
mind-blowing, and of his conviction to unveil the gripping truth…his way--he
shows no signs of slowing. This is one of the quietest, least bombastic of
Mann's film digest but it outshines all others for it's so fstars fantastic and
hits us hard, impacts our moral stirrings and emotionally resonates more than
all the rest, where two accomplished, astonishing--as natural as they are
preternatural actors bring their best, a tale of a man to the limits of his sanity--
pressed, his veracity and morality second godd*** guessed, when sitting in a
hotel room alone, despondent, defeated and distressed, the mural morphs to an
indistinguishable meld of delirium and memory for he is severly stressed, and
while in boxy, bland suits, tacky Jets shirts or otherwise awkwardly dressed,
he keeps his back straight, puffed out chest, he gives the finger to the
overwhelming odds, on himself bets, and continues his quest with a risky and
admirable zest, you witness Jeffrey both oppressed and depressed; he remains a
man possessed and, with revealing his telling truth--obsessed, Othello and I
feel, though the Pantheon of Mann's films are all of staggering, peerless
quality, this slick flick stands his best and, with pleasure, we serve as your
auditory delivery device for Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining,
slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main cigarette
smoke plume vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are our Cinematic Fanatics; we,
your worthwhile f****** cinephiles.
For your 34th episode, Othello and I,
passionately--almost overzealously, profess our well-articulated adoration while simultaneously blessing and
undressing one of our most cherished investigative journalism rich, keeping
you, at times, in the dark and in suspense drama films, perhaps our most lauded
Michal Mann films, unequivocally his most powerful, angry, vital, memorable,
emotionally-churning, slow-burning, stimulating, impact-boosting, not only
surrounding a subject that has directly, indirectly, second-hand wise and
adversely infiltrated the lives and lungs of millions of Americans, but that
handles said subject in such a confident and candid way your eyes are glued to
the screen in moments both serene and obscene, both unfiltered and unclean;
this remains one of the very best films released in the 90's, in the last 25
years, in cinematic history; I have lauded this film since my first Blockbuster
rental high school era viewing.
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality…
We offer you: Pick 34: Slick Flick Pick: Whistleblow, will Crowe--Prying Inside Info from an Outsider (You're Gonna get your Slick Flick Fix); (The Insider, 1999). Today, we'll discuss how they try to silence his truths, snuff out his voice as though a butt in an ash tray; Jeff's
got a shit load on his mind--even more to say, nevermind his abhorrent wife,
it's for his doted on daughters, we pray; though big tobacco remained a giant,
industrial titan godlike in its ability to its naysayer's reputations slay,
they could not silence, sideline, stifle, shush, strong-arm or suppress Dr.
fstars Wigant, and for that he proved their sleekest threat, not their meekest
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and Othello
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.