Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the absolutely, powerfully corrupting pleasure of robbing you of silence and filling said silence with another scoped and scouted 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 this episode, I offer an arresting, politically dramatic crime/thriller flick that was critically mixed, but financially well-fixed--effectively constructing a house of suspense with very cautiously placed cinematic trick cards through a tensely wound, taut and threadbare tightrope of cinching apprehension and claustrophobia conjuring direction. In the first twenty minutes of this slick flick, we know the killers, their chief, and her commander, though one killer can't stand her, but the cover up and the kill are just a few modest pieces of the bigger picture thrill, as these crimes are entwined with capital fstars hill. Though the commander in chief may oft get his way, he must contend with one thief's forgery, blackmail and persuasive sway; one of the killers is named Bill, the other cools your blood to a chill, and though there are moments tranquil, there are more bodies to drop and more blood to spill. I offer you, regarding this politicized crime action thriller, a jewelry looting, secret-service shooting, allegation refuting and- through deft filmmaking craft--never diluting auricular presentation of one of my most treasured features, religiously re-watched, directed with the confident hand and acted with the captivating charm of a man so likeable, even when cast as a career thief, a stranger to his sole child, he's still fstars good: Clint Eastwood, among the best, in this unforgettable, underappreciated, unambiguous, top-shelf cast: Absolute Power, 1997.

This flick remains a foggy, rainy Friday night treat, to be an active member of the AARP on a burglary spree, no easy feat; this flick opens with an ornate, ominous mansion in the dead of night and the ratcheted tension remains taut slash tight through morning light, Whitney's a private crook who'd rather run than fight, but at the airport bar, he hears something that sheds, on a fresh dark matter, an illuminating light igniting something inside that just don't sit right… causing him to miss his flight. 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 flick pick. Absolute Power 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'm your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative 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 14: Slick Flick Pick: Hail to the Thief-- AARP Burglary Spree (Absolute Power, 1997). Today we'll discuss how to familiarize yourself with a daughter long since estranged, how nimbly Hackman can play corrupt and deranged, how one old man's made whole, but the other short-changed.

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto 

P.S. *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

F.C.F.U: I apologize vigorously, cinematic fanatics, I said appraised during the course of this recording and meant to say apprised-- please forgive my vocal faux pas. 

F.C.F.U #2: Clint Eastwood directed True Crime in 1999.