Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you down the claustrophobic alleyways, jigsawed sunflower yellow-cab-occupied streets, sterilized, abandoned floors in a solely owned building, plagued with a defective elevator, in and around the San Francisco Bay. Our protagonist, with an inflated-sense-of-self playboy becomes his own game's toy: losing control freak grip and letting his own sanity slip for he's no longer steering his midlife ship, but as he's offered clues, leads and keys, so, too, do I offer you your very own submerged-taxi-escape-hatch crank 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 cinephile. For your 22nd episode, I review one of my most delectably sinister slick flick pleasures, a pick that's proved a timeless treat in a sea of Fincher treasures, a perpetual mind-fu** that is leagues from lame, a flick sprouting unforeseeable, unsolvable twists, routing you round a puzzling con game and one blonde, red-bra-clad dame; dismissing this post Se7en flick is a godd*** shame, solving this contest is not the aim for these rules are painstakingly tailored for your high stakes game. I have reveled in this film since my first youthful, Blockbuster-rental viewing; I thought Se7en offered an enduring, ineffaceable ending, well before I knew what this CRS card game was brewing and--26 years gone-- I still find myself rewatching, rehashing, reheating and stewing. I offer you, regarding this resplendent, transcendent thriller, a worthy, if not superior follow up to Se7en, each diabolical piece of this mysteriously filmed confection, a sinfully savory slice of misdirection heaven, and while Fincher's prior flick offered sins tallying seven, this pick's plot twists exceed eleven: The Game, circa September 1997. 

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. The Game 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 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 22: Slick Flick Pick: Clown Chalk Outline--How to Scare a Millionaire (The Game, 1997.) Today, we'll discuss-- the dangerous implications of waking up six-feet below in Mexico, offering eighteen dollars and change for an ice-cream-truck cargo ride straight back into his familiar strange, where the rules are distorted and the players deranged; though Nicolas's life's been inexplicably changed, an unswerving spirit he maintains and fights to, his life, reclaim and his sullied, broken, defamed gameboard---rearrange. - Your worthwhile cinephile

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

F.CF.U. #1: For Grace Slick, "White Rabbit" "is about following your curiosity. The White Rabbit is your curiosity." This song was written by Grace Slick when she was still with The Great Society and would prove one of Jefferson Airplanes most popular critically successful songs.