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Pick 65: Wax Slick Flick Pick: Waxidermist--The Melting Point of Murder (Afterlifelike); (Sculptorturer); (House of Wax, 1953) *Triple Price Feature*
Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, waxy, filmy stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale, waxy, filmy a** chair, we just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick.
House of Wax is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, purchase a pricey ticket to the Chamber of Horrors, creep down the dark, dank, inexplicably foggy streets while images of a noose round' Mr. Burke's already broken neck/suicide/suspicious suicide/homicide still haunts your most impressionable patrons in their urban legend reciting heads and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's and Red Devil's voice, you hear.
Lights... camera...action...lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. We're your worthwhile cinephiles; you're our cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this Jarrod's knowledge, showmanship and humor, as is his candy wax coated evil master plan, is so very slick, he is also a grave robbing, law bobbing, similar to the tell-tale heart underneath the wax museum throbbing and melting at a low Fahrenheit flick, with his humanoid wax covered display viewing audience, who will be mortally molded into a new exhibit and who will, this disconcerting house of fright, survive and make it out the macabre museum alive pick.
Though the museum lighting and Vincent's descent into unabashed madness grow darker, you can still find levity in the showmanship of both Vincent in normal, non scarred human face form and his lively, sprightly ambidextrous and animated carnival museum barker.
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 65: Slick Flick Pick: Waxidermist--The Melting Point of Murder (Afterlifelike); (Sculptorturer); (House of Wax, 1953) *Triple Price Feature*
Today, we discuss--the subtle yet salient differences between homicide and suicide, how talented a barker must be to talk up a good wax museum/chamber of horrors game while paddle balling in triplicate, why the normal Price face prior to the wax pyre fire is, in some ways, more skin-crawlingly creepy than the deformed face later, how the fortune cookie message rings true in that if you betray a business partner and launch him into a fiery grave, you will, not only, not be saved, but your suspicious and unexpected slaughter by suicide will, throughout the city, send a shock fstars wave, why Vincent is worth the steep price of admission into his chamber of horrors and sugar coated secrets, when fleeing a faux phantasmic madman, removing your shoes for stealth purposes might just add years to your life and where there is a hall, corridor, display case or basement full of wax, there might just also be a death godd*** tax, follow the bloody, waxy broken balls of plaster and wax tracks, not all incriminating evidence can be cleaned up with Ajax, this is a flick you need to watch and listen to intently, so clear out your ear wax and though it is too late to see this shit on IMAX, you can still enjoy the preamble, the rising action and the waxfucking climax!
-Your worthwhile cinephile: As you lie in asleep in bed, untaxed from terrors inside your head, nightmare of burning, bloody, melting wax will your mind tax: Falsetto Prophet and the glorious inspiration for any wily wax creation: Waxy Red Devil
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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By Falsetto ProphetRecline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, waxy, filmy stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale, waxy, filmy a** chair, we just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick.
House of Wax is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, purchase a pricey ticket to the Chamber of Horrors, creep down the dark, dank, inexplicably foggy streets while images of a noose round' Mr. Burke's already broken neck/suicide/suspicious suicide/homicide still haunts your most impressionable patrons in their urban legend reciting heads and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's and Red Devil's voice, you hear.
Lights... camera...action...lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. We're your worthwhile cinephiles; you're our cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this Jarrod's knowledge, showmanship and humor, as is his candy wax coated evil master plan, is so very slick, he is also a grave robbing, law bobbing, similar to the tell-tale heart underneath the wax museum throbbing and melting at a low Fahrenheit flick, with his humanoid wax covered display viewing audience, who will be mortally molded into a new exhibit and who will, this disconcerting house of fright, survive and make it out the macabre museum alive pick.
Though the museum lighting and Vincent's descent into unabashed madness grow darker, you can still find levity in the showmanship of both Vincent in normal, non scarred human face form and his lively, sprightly ambidextrous and animated carnival museum barker.
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 65: Slick Flick Pick: Waxidermist--The Melting Point of Murder (Afterlifelike); (Sculptorturer); (House of Wax, 1953) *Triple Price Feature*
Today, we discuss--the subtle yet salient differences between homicide and suicide, how talented a barker must be to talk up a good wax museum/chamber of horrors game while paddle balling in triplicate, why the normal Price face prior to the wax pyre fire is, in some ways, more skin-crawlingly creepy than the deformed face later, how the fortune cookie message rings true in that if you betray a business partner and launch him into a fiery grave, you will, not only, not be saved, but your suspicious and unexpected slaughter by suicide will, throughout the city, send a shock fstars wave, why Vincent is worth the steep price of admission into his chamber of horrors and sugar coated secrets, when fleeing a faux phantasmic madman, removing your shoes for stealth purposes might just add years to your life and where there is a hall, corridor, display case or basement full of wax, there might just also be a death godd*** tax, follow the bloody, waxy broken balls of plaster and wax tracks, not all incriminating evidence can be cleaned up with Ajax, this is a flick you need to watch and listen to intently, so clear out your ear wax and though it is too late to see this shit on IMAX, you can still enjoy the preamble, the rising action and the waxfucking climax!
-Your worthwhile cinephile: As you lie in asleep in bed, untaxed from terrors inside your head, nightmare of burning, bloody, melting wax will your mind tax: Falsetto Prophet and the glorious inspiration for any wily wax creation: Waxy Red Devil
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.