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Pick 30: Slick Flick Pick: Frostbitten Neck--Foster, the Fangless Imposter (Whiteout Fang); (30 Days of Arterial Sprays); (30 Days of Night, 2005)
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you through the confining, constricting, claustrophobic cold and its cobwebbing cocoon of teeth-chattering chill, but this polar night wind will mirror, mimic and mask the screams of local victims for they will all fall and their warm, human blood will spatter, as their teeth chatter, and spill, this is one northern borough that proves as thrilling as it is chilling, but this town's brand of chill drills down to the bone, and your former colleagues', paramours' and townsfolk screams will dull to a barely audible groan. This visual, auditory treat's both pulseless and pulse-pounding, chest thumping, fang to vamp talon biting, deft sounding, pipeline oil oozing, wintery treat of a Blood/Oil mixture: Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. For your 30th episode, I review one of the most forgotten, hidden, marginalized flick pleasures, where the insufferable cold and the Bela Lugosi wannabe clone behaves rather bold; their ship, once afloat, has run aground, but by the time you've heard their screeching, piercing banshee sound, they've taken hold and grip Barrow by the throat, this vampiric clan, a dictatorship, the foot soldiers get no voice--no vote, though he speaks no discernible dialect, if you look into his black reflective eyes, Marlow does emote-- in his crisp white-collar shirt and blood-soaked trench coat, this community is well-stocked in both whale bone and whaleboat, this flick is as much horror as it is thriller, but the victims are outsiders living on civilization's fringe and these vamps but glorified fang banger, serial killers. I have reveled in this film since my first youthful dollar theatre viewing with my childhood compadre Dan, who called himself Danimal, which was a scary sobriquet indeed as the first four legged victims of this blood slick flick are wolfdog huskie mammalian animals. It is with a mixed bag of pleasure, Cinematic Fanatics, I speak to the contradictory relationship between the financially successful sweeping but critical weeping reviews that trickled on through like a fresh blood drop on Marlow's shoe.
I offer you, regarding this not entirely original but confidently shot, paced and executed flick with enough humanity captured to make you care, but not so much exposition and maudlin dialogue to damage the efficiently paced production beyond repair, there are genuinely frightening moments that do not resort to or overly rely on jump fstars scare, and the main cast partakes in some shizzy, dullard decisions, but not so many that you tug to pull out your hair with this
polarizing, polar night-frostbite-fright tale in 30 Days of Night circa October 2007. This film's black-eyed, pallid faced villain meets all the trappings of the vampirical empirical and brings a nuanced nefariousness and a quirky queerness as only the magnetic Danny Huston can, though Sheriff Eban may have a plan, which oft involves different tenses of ran, Eban does prove the quintessential badass Alpha leader hero man and by the end of this flick's polar roller coaster ride, he'll receive one f*** of a lingering, lethal tan.
I offer you: Pick 30: Slick Flick Pick: Frostbitten Neck--Foster, the Fangless Imposter (30 days of Arterial Sprays); (30 Days of Night, 2005.) Today, we'll discuss--the value of holding up first at the utilidor, how even in the far reaches of an icicle-laden wasteland, you can still find a dame entertaining two dudes at a time i.e. a Barrow-chippie-sparrow-whore, just when you think the polar vortex wind is letting up, or losing interest-- it howls far more, and one nasty bloody-fanged foundling treat awaits Eban's clan, rather inconveniently, at the town's convenience store.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U. Salem's Lot = 439 pages.
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By Falsetto ProphetGreetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you through the confining, constricting, claustrophobic cold and its cobwebbing cocoon of teeth-chattering chill, but this polar night wind will mirror, mimic and mask the screams of local victims for they will all fall and their warm, human blood will spatter, as their teeth chatter, and spill, this is one northern borough that proves as thrilling as it is chilling, but this town's brand of chill drills down to the bone, and your former colleagues', paramours' and townsfolk screams will dull to a barely audible groan. This visual, auditory treat's both pulseless and pulse-pounding, chest thumping, fang to vamp talon biting, deft sounding, pipeline oil oozing, wintery treat of a Blood/Oil mixture: Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. For your 30th episode, I review one of the most forgotten, hidden, marginalized flick pleasures, where the insufferable cold and the Bela Lugosi wannabe clone behaves rather bold; their ship, once afloat, has run aground, but by the time you've heard their screeching, piercing banshee sound, they've taken hold and grip Barrow by the throat, this vampiric clan, a dictatorship, the foot soldiers get no voice--no vote, though he speaks no discernible dialect, if you look into his black reflective eyes, Marlow does emote-- in his crisp white-collar shirt and blood-soaked trench coat, this community is well-stocked in both whale bone and whaleboat, this flick is as much horror as it is thriller, but the victims are outsiders living on civilization's fringe and these vamps but glorified fang banger, serial killers. I have reveled in this film since my first youthful dollar theatre viewing with my childhood compadre Dan, who called himself Danimal, which was a scary sobriquet indeed as the first four legged victims of this blood slick flick are wolfdog huskie mammalian animals. It is with a mixed bag of pleasure, Cinematic Fanatics, I speak to the contradictory relationship between the financially successful sweeping but critical weeping reviews that trickled on through like a fresh blood drop on Marlow's shoe.
I offer you, regarding this not entirely original but confidently shot, paced and executed flick with enough humanity captured to make you care, but not so much exposition and maudlin dialogue to damage the efficiently paced production beyond repair, there are genuinely frightening moments that do not resort to or overly rely on jump fstars scare, and the main cast partakes in some shizzy, dullard decisions, but not so many that you tug to pull out your hair with this
polarizing, polar night-frostbite-fright tale in 30 Days of Night circa October 2007. This film's black-eyed, pallid faced villain meets all the trappings of the vampirical empirical and brings a nuanced nefariousness and a quirky queerness as only the magnetic Danny Huston can, though Sheriff Eban may have a plan, which oft involves different tenses of ran, Eban does prove the quintessential badass Alpha leader hero man and by the end of this flick's polar roller coaster ride, he'll receive one f*** of a lingering, lethal tan.
I offer you: Pick 30: Slick Flick Pick: Frostbitten Neck--Foster, the Fangless Imposter (30 days of Arterial Sprays); (30 Days of Night, 2005.) Today, we'll discuss--the value of holding up first at the utilidor, how even in the far reaches of an icicle-laden wasteland, you can still find a dame entertaining two dudes at a time i.e. a Barrow-chippie-sparrow-whore, just when you think the polar vortex wind is letting up, or losing interest-- it howls far more, and one nasty bloody-fanged foundling treat awaits Eban's clan, rather inconveniently, at the town's convenience store.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U. Salem's Lot = 439 pages.