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Pick 45: Slick Flick Pick: Easy's Sleazy Case--Trailing a West Coast Ghost (Facing Debts, Chasing Coquettes and Misplacing Cigarettes); (Devil in a Blue Dress, 1995)
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow me the tried and true, mixed-race devil in dress blue, post world war 2, both fun for me and for you, playing the podcasting role of a privately investigating gumshoe, with nothing to do but tend to my small Los Angeles home's garden, sleep on my porch, drink from the bottle and follow this deadly dame and obsess over where she is at, whether she is home or the coop she flew, this proves a dangerous world I will be walking for truths are half or less and people's motivations askew, I frequent bars above butcher shops and illegal bars, I'm Easy in a speakeasy and, with me, the local law likes to screw, on noirish thoughts I'll have to stew, a cloudy, concealed, cigarette smoke-filled lens obstructs my view, but this lethal mission to present for you I must see through for that mortgage payment on my suburban home is due;
it proves my P.I. pleasure to gift you this authentic, period piece,
detective, femme-fatal, noirish as it is stylish, lived in world where genuine characters, down to the smallest parts, roam, getting mixed up in diabolical, shady shit from sunup well into the gloam front porch patio treat of Slick Flick Pick.
You're my Cinematic Fanatics; I, your worthwhile cinephile.
For your 45th episode, I review one of my most treasured, enjoyed and applauded entries in the post WW2, city of angles, neo-noir world: an intriguing, enthralling, provocative visual pleasure, acted as well as it is written with organic dialogue, never a slog, where its ambition to confuse, mystify and befuddle is met only by its shrewd screenplay from source material as impressive and indelible as the first Easy Rawlins novel by Walter Mosley, this is an important flick, a well-choreographed and edited flick, and with the man in the fedora, a blue-dressed whore-a and the angles they both explore-a, we are all in for a mysteriously grand time.
There are competently executed scenes of swift violence, patient smoldering scenes of audible but subdued dialogue with a Denzel voiceover that does not annoy and where the sexy dames are good at three activities: smoking cigarettes, drinking bourbon straight up and remaining coy, cigarettes will also be used as a plot prop and ploy, with Easy's emotions both the strumpets and his so called friends will toy, but differentiating what is the real McCoy from decoy, will he be able to solve and settle, before his life, these underworld forces destroy?
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 45: Slick
Flick Pick: Easy's Sleazy Case--Trailing a West Coast Ghost (Facing Debts, Chasing Coquettes and Misplacing Cigarettes); (Devil in a Blue Dress, 1995).
Today, we discuss--the dangers of leaving your godda** door unlocked to your front door connected to a house you are imponderably proud to be paying a mortgage on, the inconsistency with Easy letting Coretta grind all up on his night stick to extract information about Daphne, but passing on Daphne's advances, in her sultry blue dress in a tense hotel room when she is practically sitting on his godda** lap with a cigarette in hand and a pretty head with well combed hair strands, the gall it takes to break into a man's house, make a bologna sandwich in his kitchen and then ask him to bring YOU HIS liquor, all of the inherent dangers in leaving anybody in the hands of a trigger-happy Mouse, the delectable nature of pig tails and feet and the repeated reminders that the men in this slick flick value their real, tangible property more than the women: Joppy and his marble bar, Easy and his quasi owned home, Mouse and his guns, but let's be real the dames shown in this flick all have an angle, they let their dresses fall and their shoes dangle, they are scheming and, for intel, tag-teaming and none of them are nuns.
- Your worthwhile cinephile
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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By Falsetto ProphetGreetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow me the tried and true, mixed-race devil in dress blue, post world war 2, both fun for me and for you, playing the podcasting role of a privately investigating gumshoe, with nothing to do but tend to my small Los Angeles home's garden, sleep on my porch, drink from the bottle and follow this deadly dame and obsess over where she is at, whether she is home or the coop she flew, this proves a dangerous world I will be walking for truths are half or less and people's motivations askew, I frequent bars above butcher shops and illegal bars, I'm Easy in a speakeasy and, with me, the local law likes to screw, on noirish thoughts I'll have to stew, a cloudy, concealed, cigarette smoke-filled lens obstructs my view, but this lethal mission to present for you I must see through for that mortgage payment on my suburban home is due;
it proves my P.I. pleasure to gift you this authentic, period piece,
detective, femme-fatal, noirish as it is stylish, lived in world where genuine characters, down to the smallest parts, roam, getting mixed up in diabolical, shady shit from sunup well into the gloam front porch patio treat of Slick Flick Pick.
You're my Cinematic Fanatics; I, your worthwhile cinephile.
For your 45th episode, I review one of my most treasured, enjoyed and applauded entries in the post WW2, city of angles, neo-noir world: an intriguing, enthralling, provocative visual pleasure, acted as well as it is written with organic dialogue, never a slog, where its ambition to confuse, mystify and befuddle is met only by its shrewd screenplay from source material as impressive and indelible as the first Easy Rawlins novel by Walter Mosley, this is an important flick, a well-choreographed and edited flick, and with the man in the fedora, a blue-dressed whore-a and the angles they both explore-a, we are all in for a mysteriously grand time.
There are competently executed scenes of swift violence, patient smoldering scenes of audible but subdued dialogue with a Denzel voiceover that does not annoy and where the sexy dames are good at three activities: smoking cigarettes, drinking bourbon straight up and remaining coy, cigarettes will also be used as a plot prop and ploy, with Easy's emotions both the strumpets and his so called friends will toy, but differentiating what is the real McCoy from decoy, will he be able to solve and settle, before his life, these underworld forces destroy?
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 45: Slick
Flick Pick: Easy's Sleazy Case--Trailing a West Coast Ghost (Facing Debts, Chasing Coquettes and Misplacing Cigarettes); (Devil in a Blue Dress, 1995).
Today, we discuss--the dangers of leaving your godda** door unlocked to your front door connected to a house you are imponderably proud to be paying a mortgage on, the inconsistency with Easy letting Coretta grind all up on his night stick to extract information about Daphne, but passing on Daphne's advances, in her sultry blue dress in a tense hotel room when she is practically sitting on his godda** lap with a cigarette in hand and a pretty head with well combed hair strands, the gall it takes to break into a man's house, make a bologna sandwich in his kitchen and then ask him to bring YOU HIS liquor, all of the inherent dangers in leaving anybody in the hands of a trigger-happy Mouse, the delectable nature of pig tails and feet and the repeated reminders that the men in this slick flick value their real, tangible property more than the women: Joppy and his marble bar, Easy and his quasi owned home, Mouse and his guns, but let's be real the dames shown in this flick all have an angle, they let their dresses fall and their shoes dangle, they are scheming and, for intel, tag-teaming and none of them are nuns.
- Your worthwhile cinephile
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.