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 undecim episode, note there is not an applicable Latin root word after denere until duodenary for 12, so I went straight Latin for your aural pleasure. I offer a financially lamentable, critically laudable slick flick that oozes linear narration, post-apocalyptic menace and self-deprecating, teary-eyed penance in equal fstars measures. I offer you, regarding this Australian dystopian, drama, western, post-apocalyptic/sci-fi, plot straight-shooting, dread, down under, never diluting auricular presentation of one of my favorite, annually re-watched, acted, with feral gravitas, by two leading filthy, studly gentlemen, one an aussie, the other a limey supported and enlivened by a colorful collaborative collection of actors/locals, working off a deceptively simple, straightforwardly original screenplay capturing the grim grime, omnipresent sand, and oppressive heat of filming on location in this desolate, disconsolate Outback shown via a sunny, slick flick sheen: The Rover, circa 2014. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, I describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, gloom prevailing and raw dialogue regaling.

Though this film is incalculably bleak, it drives narration through relentless technique, it starts with coveted water in a sink, then takes you to your desperate brink, but Guy Pearce flaunts his lean, ripped physique, Pattinson enraptures through acting mystique, those they meet--sick degrees of freak, and though it is easy to be hard on a hard fstars film, I kindly ask you suspend your critique. 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 I unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. The Rover 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: Blood-Red Rover (John Wick Down Under); (The Rover, 2014). Today we will discuss a brilliantly simple opening scene, Guy's angular jaw owning the screen, and the recurring theme that he remains thrice as mean as he is lean.

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

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