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Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow your not quite long in the tooth, but your falsetto soothsayer of every hot, lukewarm or cold hard truth the imperceptible pleasure of proscribing, for your lethargy, a stimulating cocktail of a slick side-effect-laden flick where things are inverted and distorted far from what they seem, where into a pillow Rooney will scream and the surreal music coupled with the fog bank hazy film style convinces even the most lucid that they're in the thick and thicket of a dream, here they'll go against medical advice and what their doctors deem; the antagonizing, agonizing bicurious tag team, mayhem wreaking, ill-gotten gains seeking sightly, sensual and seductive duo pull wicked wool over even the keenest eyes through delivery of well-practiced lies and strategic exposure of toned, smooth appetizing thighs. Rooney Mara, on our emotional psyches leaves an indelible scar-a, though she be but a little swallower of a proscribed pill, she is ferocious in her knife slashing kill, this is not a flick with a series of kinetic thrills, nor a rampant trail of kills, rather a slow-burning, stomach-churning climax earning production and though not a licensed physician, I am somewhat of a cinephilic magician tasked with the satisfying task of gifting you this shocking, sensational, stupendous, scary, scandalous, salacious and sordid treat of Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main pill-popping vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile.
For your 41st episode, I review one of our my most curious, intelligent, Hitchcockian and psychologically fulfilling entries in Soderbergh collection: a trippy, faux tranquil, socially relevant as it is malevolent superbly acted by an attractive godd*** cast with performances that stand the test of time and last, every actor playing off each other and
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Slick Flick Pick:
- Your worthwhile cinephile: The prescriber of your slick medicinal flicks, Dr. Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow your not quite long in the tooth, but your falsetto soothsayer of every hot, lukewarm or cold hard truth the imperceptible pleasure of proscribing, for your lethargy, a stimulating cocktail of a slick side-effect-laden flick where things are inverted and distorted far from what they seem, where into a pillow Rooney will scream and the surreal music coupled with the fog bank hazy film style convinces even the most lucid that they're in the thick and thicket of a dream, here they'll go against medical advice and what their doctors deem; the antagonizing, agonizing bicurious tag team, mayhem wreaking, ill-gotten gains seeking sightly, sensual and seductive duo pull wicked wool over even the keenest eyes through delivery of well-practiced lies and strategic exposure of toned, smooth appetizing thighs. Rooney Mara, on our emotional psyches leaves an indelible scar-a, though she be but a little swallower of a proscribed pill, she is ferocious in her knife slashing kill, this is not a flick with a series of kinetic thrills, nor a rampant trail of kills, rather a slow-burning, stomach-churning climax earning production and though not a licensed physician, I am somewhat of a cinephilic magician tasked with the satisfying task of gifting you this shocking, sensational, stupendous, scary, scandalous, salacious and sordid treat of Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main pill-popping vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile.
For your 41st episode, I review one of our my most curious, intelligent, Hitchcockian and psychologically fulfilling entries in Soderbergh collection: a trippy, faux tranquil, socially relevant as it is malevolent superbly acted by an attractive godd*** cast with performances that stand the test of time and last, every actor playing off each other and
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Slick Flick Pick:
- Your worthwhile cinephile: The prescriber of your slick medicinal flicks, Dr. Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.