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Pick 12: Slick Flick Pick: Looking at, Selene, the Leather-Clad Death-Dealer… and Lycan (Underworld, 2003) **With Red Devil's Revered Aural Appearance**
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the sinfully sinematic-linked pleasure of ushering you to this overcast, otherworldly, underworld in the dimly lit, cozy auditorium of 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 duodenary episode, we offer a financially successful, critically deathful slick flick that oozes visual stimulation, chaotic gyration and an elegant escapism mirroring a fantastical vacation. I offer you, regarding this action, gothic-horror, fantasy-fueled plot; duel-pistol shooting, blood baths, spills and stains never diluting, auricular presentation of one of my favorite unrepentant pleasures, habitually re-watched, acted, with a cool exterior, dry wit in damp rain, warm-blooded interior by two opposing otherworldly clans: one a cadre of blue-eyed, pale-thighed death-dealing DD's, the other an untouchable, hunted, unshaved, long-clawed smattering of former slaves turned lying cannibals or lycans, formerly accepted as werewolves or WW's; supported and enlivened by a colorful, convincing, collaborative collection of actors, working off a deceivingly complex narrative style handled by once-wise-man, Len, capitalizing on an intriguing, original screenplay capturing the soaked streets, sky-piercing cathedrals, and unrelenting bitter chill, a vital but harrowing byproduct of filming on location in Budapest, bringing to immortal life this overcast, underappreciated, well cast film: Underworld, circa September 2003.
This flick remains a rain-drenched treat, Kate running in skin-tight leather garb, no easy fstars feat; this flick starts on the streets as two Lycans pursue fresh meat, it's in the subsequent subway, that our fearless vamp and fearful champ meet, no doubt the Lycans-- the DD's defeat for the death these dealers dole out, you just can't cheat. 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. Underworld 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 us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Looking at, Selene, the Leather-Clad Death-Dealer… and Lycan (Underworld, 2003). Today we will discuss an iconic, bombastic opening scene, Selene's leather wrapped corpse owning the screen, the refreshing reminder that Selene ain't Kraven's fuc**** queen for she is anemically lean in a cold, pallid sheen, with upright posture proper, pristine and one death-dealing godd*** machine!
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U(Fact-Check Follow up) The actual line delivered in the film: Did you have the nerve to cut the skin from his arm, or did Lucian do it?
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By Falsetto ProphetGreetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the sinfully sinematic-linked pleasure of ushering you to this overcast, otherworldly, underworld in the dimly lit, cozy auditorium of 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 duodenary episode, we offer a financially successful, critically deathful slick flick that oozes visual stimulation, chaotic gyration and an elegant escapism mirroring a fantastical vacation. I offer you, regarding this action, gothic-horror, fantasy-fueled plot; duel-pistol shooting, blood baths, spills and stains never diluting, auricular presentation of one of my favorite unrepentant pleasures, habitually re-watched, acted, with a cool exterior, dry wit in damp rain, warm-blooded interior by two opposing otherworldly clans: one a cadre of blue-eyed, pale-thighed death-dealing DD's, the other an untouchable, hunted, unshaved, long-clawed smattering of former slaves turned lying cannibals or lycans, formerly accepted as werewolves or WW's; supported and enlivened by a colorful, convincing, collaborative collection of actors, working off a deceivingly complex narrative style handled by once-wise-man, Len, capitalizing on an intriguing, original screenplay capturing the soaked streets, sky-piercing cathedrals, and unrelenting bitter chill, a vital but harrowing byproduct of filming on location in Budapest, bringing to immortal life this overcast, underappreciated, well cast film: Underworld, circa September 2003.
This flick remains a rain-drenched treat, Kate running in skin-tight leather garb, no easy fstars feat; this flick starts on the streets as two Lycans pursue fresh meat, it's in the subsequent subway, that our fearless vamp and fearful champ meet, no doubt the Lycans-- the DD's defeat for the death these dealers dole out, you just can't cheat. 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. Underworld 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 us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Looking at, Selene, the Leather-Clad Death-Dealer… and Lycan (Underworld, 2003). Today we will discuss an iconic, bombastic opening scene, Selene's leather wrapped corpse owning the screen, the refreshing reminder that Selene ain't Kraven's fuc**** queen for she is anemically lean in a cold, pallid sheen, with upright posture proper, pristine and one death-dealing godd*** machine!
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U(Fact-Check Follow up) The actual line delivered in the film: Did you have the nerve to cut the skin from his arm, or did Lucian do it?