Greetings Cinematic Fanatics, in this particular case, you Hellbound short story in a larger collection 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.
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 dime novel whose pages you, not precariously, but rather feverishly turn, until your finger tips bleed--slut.
Here, we unwind some novel binding for this is where final cut greets papercut!
The Slick Flick Pick we will be discussing: Pick 66: Slick Flick Pick: Gory Folklore--Doling Out Depravities and Cavities; (Sleuth with a Sweet Tooth, Sweets to Dead Meat); (Candyman, 1992) and while that flick was undeniably entertaining, frightening, enlightening and provocatively gory folklore--the book, short story, The Forbidden in Volume 5 from Clive Barker's Books of Blood 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 grotesque graffiti in a forlorn, littered and torn, gritty, shitty city where the suburban legend comes alive, where looters, vagabonds and gory folklore shall never die but survive, and on these gloomy, squalid streets thrive.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: turning, with my hook, pages in a paperback book: Falsetto Prophet and victim of sweet tooth cavities and stabs to body cavities RED DEVIL
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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By Falsetto ProphetGreetings Cinematic Fanatics, in this particular case, you Hellbound short story in a larger collection 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.
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 dime novel whose pages you, not precariously, but rather feverishly turn, until your finger tips bleed--slut.
Here, we unwind some novel binding for this is where final cut greets papercut!
The Slick Flick Pick we will be discussing: Pick 66: Slick Flick Pick: Gory Folklore--Doling Out Depravities and Cavities; (Sleuth with a Sweet Tooth, Sweets to Dead Meat); (Candyman, 1992) and while that flick was undeniably entertaining, frightening, enlightening and provocatively gory folklore--the book, short story, The Forbidden in Volume 5 from Clive Barker's Books of Blood 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 grotesque graffiti in a forlorn, littered and torn, gritty, shitty city where the suburban legend comes alive, where looters, vagabonds and gory folklore shall never die but survive, and on these gloomy, squalid streets thrive.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: turning, with my hook, pages in a paperback book: Falsetto Prophet and victim of sweet tooth cavities and stabs to body cavities RED DEVIL
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.