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Pick 25: Slick Flick Pick: Two Ghost-Faced Dudes Deceive, Then Cleave Neve-- Prescott Red-Handed (Scream, 1996) **With Red Devil's Aural Appearance**
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure
of ushering you through the spacious, two-storied, multiple points of ingress,
3-million-dollar casa of Stu--television-set-wearing-on-his-face-murder-television-style stabbed to a
bloody goo--Macher, located in the middle of a forested enclave, at the end of
an isolated block--adjacent to nowhere, where two bi-curious, one a f***tard,
the other increasingly furious mask-wearing, intensely staring, lethal pairing
of synchronized slashers, Billy, at Sid, glaring, phone-cloning… one
plot-bemoaning red herring, slicing up each other's torsos for when it comes to
caution, these motherfu***** mama's boys slash on the side of erring. This
sleepy suburb is far from asleep, of a killer's revenge fueled bloodlust, Sid's
wading push up bra deep, this is the slick flick where you scream-- not let slip an imperceptible peep, for this is
the town of dark Woodsboro, where ungentlemanly callers call, and masked
reapers reap, whether in her high school bathroom or Dewey's jeep, ole
Ghostface comes a calling, and the scares that follow with him ain't cheap, but
cut and gut rather deep for he, whether day, night, underfoot or out of sight,
still will creep; we offer, the cushion for Sid's second floor leap and
emergency surgery for those wounds that slice deeper than skin fstars deep via
our whispered scream treat of Slick Flick Pick,
an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the
main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your
worthwhile cinephiles. For your 25th episode, Blood Red Right Hand
Devil and I review one of our most sacred, sarcastic dialogue sharper than a
Buck, screenplay as well oiled as the garage door motor's chain, satirical 90's
slick flick pleasures, a pick that's proved a promising introductory entry into
a tremendously successful franchise that still shocks our eyes with its
unkillable ability to mesmerize and have you, in an attempt to guess the
spine-thrilling, blood-spilling, killing culprit, theorize. This ain't Elm
Street or some knife-fingered, two-toned sweater wearing villain lame but a
murderous mystery only solved if you look past the claims of a frame; Stu
bloody Goo aims for insane and wild, but the mild-mannered Billy remains rather
tame and mild; they're both playing one flip-flop, turning you upside down and
gutting you inside out mind fstars of a game.
We offer you, regarding this fresh wound,
revitalizing, iconic flick, in a reaper's polished mask sheen that's glossy,
sleek and slick-- where expertly constructed set pieces are crafted and
unexpected characters slashed to pieces in: Scream, circa December 1996. Nothing on earth rhymes with
Neve except engine rev and Kiev, so instead, I will pronounce her NEEVE, and
they will slash at to cleave, NEEVE, on the eve of her dead--as an impaled
doornail scream in outer space-- slut bag mother, for whom, she does still
grieve.
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality…
We offer you: Pick 25: Slick Flick Pick: Two Ghost-Faced Dudes Deceive, then Cleave Neve-- Prescott
Red-Handed (Scream, 1996) Today, we'll discuss-- when it is better to,
through a garage doggie door crawl, instead of run, how a sharp knife kills
better than a dullard with a gun, that Neve's hair looks pristine in either
ponytail, down or in a bun, why Tatum's vampiric flesh tum tum is in need of
some sun, and sipping potent bourbon each time Sid's mom is called a strumpet,
trollop, whore or slut-- proves rather fun.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsely Accused, it was
a cloned cell phone, Falsetto Prophet and RED Herring, Caught Red Handed, Blood
trail, blood-Red Devil!
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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By Falsetto ProphetGreetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure
of ushering you through the spacious, two-storied, multiple points of ingress,
3-million-dollar casa of Stu--television-set-wearing-on-his-face-murder-television-style stabbed to a
bloody goo--Macher, located in the middle of a forested enclave, at the end of
an isolated block--adjacent to nowhere, where two bi-curious, one a f***tard,
the other increasingly furious mask-wearing, intensely staring, lethal pairing
of synchronized slashers, Billy, at Sid, glaring, phone-cloning… one
plot-bemoaning red herring, slicing up each other's torsos for when it comes to
caution, these motherfu***** mama's boys slash on the side of erring. This
sleepy suburb is far from asleep, of a killer's revenge fueled bloodlust, Sid's
wading push up bra deep, this is the slick flick where you scream-- not let slip an imperceptible peep, for this is
the town of dark Woodsboro, where ungentlemanly callers call, and masked
reapers reap, whether in her high school bathroom or Dewey's jeep, ole
Ghostface comes a calling, and the scares that follow with him ain't cheap, but
cut and gut rather deep for he, whether day, night, underfoot or out of sight,
still will creep; we offer, the cushion for Sid's second floor leap and
emergency surgery for those wounds that slice deeper than skin fstars deep via
our whispered scream treat of Slick Flick Pick,
an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the
main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your
worthwhile cinephiles. For your 25th episode, Blood Red Right Hand
Devil and I review one of our most sacred, sarcastic dialogue sharper than a
Buck, screenplay as well oiled as the garage door motor's chain, satirical 90's
slick flick pleasures, a pick that's proved a promising introductory entry into
a tremendously successful franchise that still shocks our eyes with its
unkillable ability to mesmerize and have you, in an attempt to guess the
spine-thrilling, blood-spilling, killing culprit, theorize. This ain't Elm
Street or some knife-fingered, two-toned sweater wearing villain lame but a
murderous mystery only solved if you look past the claims of a frame; Stu
bloody Goo aims for insane and wild, but the mild-mannered Billy remains rather
tame and mild; they're both playing one flip-flop, turning you upside down and
gutting you inside out mind fstars of a game.
We offer you, regarding this fresh wound,
revitalizing, iconic flick, in a reaper's polished mask sheen that's glossy,
sleek and slick-- where expertly constructed set pieces are crafted and
unexpected characters slashed to pieces in: Scream, circa December 1996. Nothing on earth rhymes with
Neve except engine rev and Kiev, so instead, I will pronounce her NEEVE, and
they will slash at to cleave, NEEVE, on the eve of her dead--as an impaled
doornail scream in outer space-- slut bag mother, for whom, she does still
grieve.
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality…
We offer you: Pick 25: Slick Flick Pick: Two Ghost-Faced Dudes Deceive, then Cleave Neve-- Prescott
Red-Handed (Scream, 1996) Today, we'll discuss-- when it is better to,
through a garage doggie door crawl, instead of run, how a sharp knife kills
better than a dullard with a gun, that Neve's hair looks pristine in either
ponytail, down or in a bun, why Tatum's vampiric flesh tum tum is in need of
some sun, and sipping potent bourbon each time Sid's mom is called a strumpet,
trollop, whore or slut-- proves rather fun.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsely Accused, it was
a cloned cell phone, Falsetto Prophet and RED Herring, Caught Red Handed, Blood
trail, blood-Red Devil!
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.