Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, 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 fstars cinephile. For your quaternary episode, we offer a financially victorious, critically meritorious, sweat-soaked stunts/physical labors laborious, tan, drenched muscle-bound bodies vainglorious, lone creature mimic-talking, stalking in landscape arboreous, violence visceral and notorious, and one adrenaline-fueled-gunplay-display uproarious slick flick that oozes slick narration, a lean, lightning pace, and the chief Austrian Adonis of the human race-- in equal measures. We offer you, regarding this sci-fi, action thriller-- but also a cult fuc**** fantastic classic, a never boorish auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, religiously re-watched, well-acted and shot… with slick gravitas, by a cooperative and collaborative collection of commandos, working off wholly original source material and capturing the dense, gorgeous, terrifying foliage in a slick flick sheen: Predator, circa June 1987. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, we describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, bicep-flexing prevailing and refreshingly lean dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: science fiction, action, thriller AND horror. 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 have adored this film since the unique treat of my first youthful viewing. Dutch's torch illuminating jungle war cry makes you feel half a godd*** guy and Tarzan a girly fstars man. Dutch and Dillion greet with a kung-fu grip handshake that makes their fstars biceps shake halfway to an earthquake, in the Val Verde sun these soldiers bake, bleached skull trophies, a nimble, masked hunter does take, not rubbing your sweaty, chiseled non-dad bod in mud is YOUR mistake, Dillion deems the mission: a piece of cake, but proves a flake; but remember, cinematic fanatics, he's got a score to settle since he WOKE UP…he is awake. It came as one colossal fstars shock when Red Devil professed her undying veneration for this slick flick, but once I learned the backstory from WBK, on the unexpected romantic implications that this John McTiernan flick could muster, I knew he'd be my-copilot, Mac to my Blain, deranged and insane, on a trigger-happy campaign, welcome my co-host, whose military handle at the outpost is GHOST. 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. Predator 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 us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality...I offer you: Pick 4: Slick Flick Pick: Interplanetary Masculinity (Predator, 1987) 

-Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto

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

F.C.F.U. *The prized companion novel to Predator 2: Concrete Jungle by Nathan Archer. *Ayahuasca is the tequila that makes you hallucinate. *R.I.P. Kevin Peter Hall.