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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 cinephile. For your senary episode, we offer an applauded, critically lauded, with captivating cinematic shots of New Mexico (passing for Texaco), but we'll pretend it's the Lone Star State for this flick is fucking slick and fstars great, Bridge's acting heft adds some weight, this flick ends, not in raucous gunplay, but with a quiet debate, as Toby and Marcus opine their fate, for a future gunfight-- they set a date, they both appreciate that they both lost a mate, but as pumpjacks pump oil, the ex-lawman's eyes fill with hate. We offer you, regarding this neo-western, crime drama film-- but also a quietly drastic political film and a cult fantastic classic, backwater towns far removed from the rich, embracing their lived in neo-western niche, where tweakers do tweak and Tanner does twitch, where stolen cars are bulldozed in a ditch, slow burning but always churning auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, oft re-watched, well-acted and shot with slick gravitas, by a combo of brotherly protagonists and one weary, but still slick, antagonist, working off wholly original source material and capturing the desolate, dusty, cracked and dried landscape in a slick flick sheen: Hell of High Water, circa August 2016. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: neo-western, crime, drama and suspense. I've adored this film since the unique treat of my first at home viewing. Toby's committed position of familial responsibility--steering his boys from destitution cuts deeper than even his sole blood brother. He is lean and mean with a spare, bare life, but will provide for his estranged wife. Toby and tanner stir a brotherly cauldron of cowpoke chili chemistry halfway to a west Texas earthquake, as the lone-star-sun sets, they sip Lone Star Beer to cool their sun-drenched bake, her stolen bank bills tip, the ranger does take, and Tanner getting sloppy was his first mistake. Toby is the anti-hero, estranged from his wife, sporting a Tombstone mustache… sharper than knife, but today it's J-Dawg and Falsetto, who speak with such fuc**** conviction, you'd think there were TEN of us. 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. Hell or High Water 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 6: Slick Flick Pick: Rocking Chairs and Lethal Stares--Gunplay, Wordplay that subvert cliché (Hell or High Water, 2016) Today, we discuss: ramshackle towns in decline, robbing to enrichen your bloodline, thinking twice before, bank documents, you sign, and pining those blue peepers of Chris fuc**** Pine. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and special guest, J-Dawg!
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U: 12 died and 27 were injured at the A&M bonfire tragedy.
*I apologize for listing this film as 2014, cinematic fanatics*
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 cinephile. For your senary episode, we offer an applauded, critically lauded, with captivating cinematic shots of New Mexico (passing for Texaco), but we'll pretend it's the Lone Star State for this flick is fucking slick and fstars great, Bridge's acting heft adds some weight, this flick ends, not in raucous gunplay, but with a quiet debate, as Toby and Marcus opine their fate, for a future gunfight-- they set a date, they both appreciate that they both lost a mate, but as pumpjacks pump oil, the ex-lawman's eyes fill with hate. We offer you, regarding this neo-western, crime drama film-- but also a quietly drastic political film and a cult fantastic classic, backwater towns far removed from the rich, embracing their lived in neo-western niche, where tweakers do tweak and Tanner does twitch, where stolen cars are bulldozed in a ditch, slow burning but always churning auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, oft re-watched, well-acted and shot with slick gravitas, by a combo of brotherly protagonists and one weary, but still slick, antagonist, working off wholly original source material and capturing the desolate, dusty, cracked and dried landscape in a slick flick sheen: Hell of High Water, circa August 2016. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: neo-western, crime, drama and suspense. I've adored this film since the unique treat of my first at home viewing. Toby's committed position of familial responsibility--steering his boys from destitution cuts deeper than even his sole blood brother. He is lean and mean with a spare, bare life, but will provide for his estranged wife. Toby and tanner stir a brotherly cauldron of cowpoke chili chemistry halfway to a west Texas earthquake, as the lone-star-sun sets, they sip Lone Star Beer to cool their sun-drenched bake, her stolen bank bills tip, the ranger does take, and Tanner getting sloppy was his first mistake. Toby is the anti-hero, estranged from his wife, sporting a Tombstone mustache… sharper than knife, but today it's J-Dawg and Falsetto, who speak with such fuc**** conviction, you'd think there were TEN of us. 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. Hell or High Water 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 6: Slick Flick Pick: Rocking Chairs and Lethal Stares--Gunplay, Wordplay that subvert cliché (Hell or High Water, 2016) Today, we discuss: ramshackle towns in decline, robbing to enrichen your bloodline, thinking twice before, bank documents, you sign, and pining those blue peepers of Chris fuc**** Pine. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and special guest, J-Dawg!
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U: 12 died and 27 were injured at the A&M bonfire tragedy.
*I apologize for listing this film as 2014, cinematic fanatics*