Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Yalla, Yalla! Allow me the corrupting, consuming pleasure of ushering you to the sensually 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 ternidenary episode, I offer an explosive, political flick that financially failed, but critically sailed-- efficiently stoking political vexation through tense, quasi-documentary narration shining a bright tactical light on Miller, the once CIA-Bourne-spy-turned-soldier/killer… dropped in this sand-laden cinematic situation, Damon, born for this fuc**** thriller while sporting urban fatigues and gripping the keys to our country's salvation. I offer you, regarding this politicized action-war-thriller; AK shooting, feigned insights, gunfights, truth diluting, shitty sand storms, and sandy shit storms, storming torn, war-castles of the Emerald City auricular presentation of one of my most sincere slick flick pleasures, regularly re-watched, acted, with a cool, dry exterior by Matt, Roy Miller, Damon, in a zone that is as hot as it is sweaty, bomb demolished yet reality polished mystery solving, but guilt NOT absolving provocatively persuasive film that asks fair questions, by real war veterans, but offering unfair answers where the gunplay is as deadly as the wordplay and frag explosions are as explosive as the underlying cultural smoldering, this is a tense, terse exercise in Bourne like style, where you feel the rubble from every building blast, an underappreciated, unambiguous well cast film: Green Zone, circa March 2010.

This flick remains a sand-smothered treat, Matt blending in with legit sh** soldiers, no easy fstars feat; this flick commences during a firebombed night, and the tension remains through morning light, Miller is a killer who you'd not want to fight, but there more volatile question extant is… who, here, is in the right? 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. Green Zone 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 13: Slick Flick Pick: Unfriendly Fire Inside the Wire--Agents of Mass Corruption (Green Zone, 2010). Today we'll discuss the smooth transition from amnesic, taciturn, low-key Jason Bourne to opiniated, hot-topic Oakley-adorned Roy Miller, a political polemic on duplicity endemic and corruption systemic, the viperous Jason Issacs--his wicked handlebar mustache, a multi-man fire team with vast weapon cache, and Brendan Gleeson's bottomless bags of corruptive cash. 

-Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

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