Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of commencing with the sacrifice of devising an ill-conceived, poorly-planned and abysmally-executed heist, but, from this audibly projected crime sacrifice, we'll maintain an honor in our thievery, remain nice... all of you loyal listeners shall receive, from this slick flick pick, of your share--a slice; welcome you widowed wives who lived lavish lives, but now resort to blackmail widowing of white-collar marks 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 17th episode, I review a tragically slow-burning familiar, yet nuanced, seasoned with welcome surprises and lethal godd*** guises, this neo-noir, crime, heist, thriller was both critically and financially supreme, and while I grow vexed by some of the overt social commentary themes, it remains fun and fascinating to watch unfold, the trio, then quartet's criminal scheme, and while this film is not wholly unique, it deftly sidesteps the mainstream. I have adored this film since my first post-cancer, red-boxed rental viewing. I opine to you, cinematic fanatics here and fstars now, this flick is leagues from perfect and mile-markers shy of pristine, but it does not shy away from the fray of poverty-oozing streets, dirty, blood-stained fstars politics conducted in crisp white collars by men who are eager to bleed for their own greed, two million dollars remains the street/scheme set price of their nefarious need and the corruptive jungle of Chicago remains an inextricable weed. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: neo-noir, crime, heist/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 offer you, regarding this slow-burning, Sugar Daddy endorsing--then spurning, serpentine plot winding, and narration turning, Viola's emotional churning, distraction lit by orchestrated flare burning, an alderman, for more prestige… yearning, and a calm, collected brother slash murderer, of both rappers and a man in a wheelchair, most concerning: Widows, circa November 2018. 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. Widows 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 17: Slick Flick Pick: Black(mail) Widow--What's Grief to a Thief? (Widows, 2018). Today, we'll discuss-- how to lose your Superbowl ring, how to festoon your home with unsubtle art and when to adorn your person with bling, when to answer a burner phone's ring and how not to make a baby with a niece fstars fling.

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

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