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 septenary episode, I offer a financially demoralized, critically polarized, with frenetic, kinetic cinematic handheld-cam shots of your own point of view, that accelerates your heart rate for this flick is wild, slick and fuc**** great, Basset's acting prowess adds muscular weight, this flick ends with one earned fstars kiss we cannot dismiss, while I admit there are plot threads amiss, and memories of Juliette's "Faith" are far from bliss, but to those critics who this cyberpunk thriller diss, at them I happily hiss for they are just taking the piss and remain remiss as this is one hard to find flick that I often miss. I offer you, regarding this cyberpunk, thriller, drama film-- but also a telling, trenchant political film and cult fantastic classic, enflamed city of angled reality streets, both enflamed with passion and in literal fstars flames, far removed from the wealthy, the haves, the rich, embracing their apocalyptic turn-of-the-millennium futuristic niche, where SQUID heads do glitch and Lenny does twitch, where armored cars transport the rich, ahead of its time, but also timely auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, seldom watched, well-acted and shot with slick gravitas, by a trio comprised of two dames and one lame working off wholly original source material and capturing the grimy, slimy, Lenny, the Limey, coasting through the dire, deadly checkpoints of a hellish L.A. landscape in a slick flick sheen: Strange Days, circa October, 1995. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quartet of genres: cyberpunk, thriller, drama and political. Mace's fit, lean, capable physique, the saving Mace of the film immune to critique, though this flick's future is fstars bleak, and the main male protagonist… saddeningly weak, and sickeningly meek, badass bodyguard Mace maintains her mystique, and Bigelow commands filmmaking respect through capable technique. This flick is unique, sleek and grungily chic. Lenny is the pathetic protagonist smut-peddling, Mace is the femme-fatale heroine, to the viewer and Lenny, welcoming, and Max is the meddling, former cop, investigator with a wig reveal unsettling. 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 flick pick. Strange Days 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 me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 7: Slick Flick Pick: City of Angled Reality (Mace, the bodyguard you embrace); (Strange Days, 1995) Today, we discuss: a city of falling angels in decline, jacking memories into your brain's mainline, uproar, unrest and upheaval from injustice and cracks in a socially volatile fault line, and pining for Lornette "Mace" Mason who we'd happily wine and godd*** dine. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

"Flicks are meant to fade, but not Slick Flick Picks...

The memory of Mace-- you don't erase." -Falsetto