Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. For your denary episode, I offer a millennium ending, horror/action blending, J.C. ascending, Gabriel Byrne-in-hell descending, satanic violence rending, ammo spending, holy scripture offending, high Austrian Oak's salary spending, Y2K-pending dark, dimly-lit film that deftly, albeit darkly, captures an urban, unholy war, oft entertaining-- never a bore-- auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, end-of-year seasonally re-watched, dated-- by some: hated, by me: advocated slick apocalyptic flick witnessed by the aged, tried, haunted eyes and walked through with the muscular thighs of my main man… Arnold fuc**** Schwarzenegger, working off timely and urgent subject matter capturing the critter-infested, city congested and ripped pectoral chested protagonist in an unsettling, shadowy gloom laden gloss: End of Days, circa November 1999.

This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: action, horror, mystery and thriller. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the unique treat of my first unauthorized theatre viewing at the precipice of the new millennium, which I survived without pain, unlike Jericho fuc**** Cain. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. End of Days is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 10, as in 10, the end of single digit numerals as we delve into double digits, a new century of numbers, a new millennium of slick fstars flicks; this is the dawn of a new aural display and fresh, wicked wordplay. Pick 10: Slick Flick Pick: Lucifertilize (End of Days, 1999) Today, we discuss: a betrayal provincial and city sinful... rife with shadows, candles, cultists and pentagrams, the prince of darkness's deals-turned-scams and to Satan's slaughter-- goes one tongueless lamb. Technically, Lucifer's first crime is a dine and dash, he bought the gal wine before the bright fire flash. 

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.