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Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow us the glamorized, shamorized, scamorized pleasure of ushering you through the unclean, mean and obscene streets of this city of angles, city of fallen angels, city of the baneful, painful, gainful and shameful and deeper still into the bowels of Hollywood, as we drift further from the stable, sensical, salubrious shore and out into the muck of the tabloid, the innuendo, the duplicitous day players, detectives and district attorneys, the vile whims of villanous men of means, ladies of the night, the criminal fringe and troubling triple/double crosses that make us cringe; this complex plot will, on a brilliant screenplay, hinge, throughout the fateful night of Bloody Fstars Christmas, Stens and the bullpen will, on spiked eggnog, binge, from Wendall Bud White's switchblade, Dudley will feel a twinge, on your quasi angelic city rights, these 3 cops will infringe and at the gruesome murder sight at the Nite Owl Coffee Shop, Exley's sense of morality, obsequiousness and that massive Sequoia sized trunk up his a** will ever-so-slowly unhinge, whether you deal in cutting heroin or cutting up high-class hookers, whether it be by inhalation, ingestion or syringe, with White, Exley and Vincennes on the case, and still in the race, in your own dark deeds you will burn, or at the very least, singe.
For your 50th episode, Bloody Christmas is her favorite holiday, she ain't queer but she is Red Devil and I review our most treasured, respected, lauded, worshiped, venerated, admired, loved, beloved and applauded entries in the neo-noir world of cinema both back in the day and present day: an indubitably impressive demonstration of a good book transformed
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 50: Slick Flick Pick: City of Angles--Sid Talks too Much; him, They Shush--Beat to a Pulpy Mush (Hush-Fuc****-Hush); (Take Flight to Headlights); (L.A. CONfidential, 1998).
- Your worthwhile cinephile: On the record, loud and
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow us the glamorized, shamorized, scamorized pleasure of ushering you through the unclean, mean and obscene streets of this city of angles, city of fallen angels, city of the baneful, painful, gainful and shameful and deeper still into the bowels of Hollywood, as we drift further from the stable, sensical, salubrious shore and out into the muck of the tabloid, the innuendo, the duplicitous day players, detectives and district attorneys, the vile whims of villanous men of means, ladies of the night, the criminal fringe and troubling triple/double crosses that make us cringe; this complex plot will, on a brilliant screenplay, hinge, throughout the fateful night of Bloody Fstars Christmas, Stens and the bullpen will, on spiked eggnog, binge, from Wendall Bud White's switchblade, Dudley will feel a twinge, on your quasi angelic city rights, these 3 cops will infringe and at the gruesome murder sight at the Nite Owl Coffee Shop, Exley's sense of morality, obsequiousness and that massive Sequoia sized trunk up his a** will ever-so-slowly unhinge, whether you deal in cutting heroin or cutting up high-class hookers, whether it be by inhalation, ingestion or syringe, with White, Exley and Vincennes on the case, and still in the race, in your own dark deeds you will burn, or at the very least, singe.
For your 50th episode, Bloody Christmas is her favorite holiday, she ain't queer but she is Red Devil and I review our most treasured, respected, lauded, worshiped, venerated, admired, loved, beloved and applauded entries in the neo-noir world of cinema both back in the day and present day: an indubitably impressive demonstration of a good book transformed
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 50: Slick Flick Pick: City of Angles--Sid Talks too Much; him, They Shush--Beat to a Pulpy Mush (Hush-Fuc****-Hush); (Take Flight to Headlights); (L.A. CONfidential, 1998).
- Your worthwhile cinephile: On the record, loud and
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.