Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality…We offer you: Pick 82: Slick Flick Pick: Mistaken Identification--Singled Out, Double Crossed by a Triple Agent; Concealed Weapons, Conspicuous Names and Two-Faced Dames (Tail the DecoyThrough the Train Station, Mt. Rushmore and Illinois); (North by Northwest, 1959).
Today, we'll discuss--the probability of train in tunnel scoring success with a complete fucking stranger on a train, whom you just met, when you tell her that you meet the loose definition of a gentleman simply because you do not act on your preliminary impulse to do her, why a face full of shaving cream makes a more believable and organic disguise than dressing up as a fucking train porter, who would pass up a free libation from a gaggle of shadowy gangsters, perhaps if he asked for a lemon twist or dollop of vermouth, it would have made his hangover more like a mild headache, how cansuch a foxy dame, with such a memorable fucking voice, pass as a chameleonic double agent who can blend in with all atmospheric social situations, why sending a telegram to your mother, or making such a colossal deal of not being able to reach her at a fancy bar in a fancier hotel may just lead to your death and detriment and what is the point in crop-dusting where there are no crops and, while I am thinking about it, what is the point in behaving balls to the walls wasted in front of an audience of cops, note that this film swiftly travels in the direction of north by northwest with a handful of plot heavystops, but the audience, and at least one main character, is desperately waiting for when the cold war confession plot narration reveal and Eve Kendall's shoe drops.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: I can hang on the nose of a president for I am a dashing, determined, dogged and dapper fucking gent: Falsetto Prophet and she is not a treacherous trollop nor a turn coat tart, but rather a sensible vixen who deserves praise from her country and a fresh fucking start: Red Devil.
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U. SAUL BASS DID THE OPENING CREDITS, NOT SAM BASS
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By Falsetto ProphetEnter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality…We offer you: Pick 82: Slick Flick Pick: Mistaken Identification--Singled Out, Double Crossed by a Triple Agent; Concealed Weapons, Conspicuous Names and Two-Faced Dames (Tail the DecoyThrough the Train Station, Mt. Rushmore and Illinois); (North by Northwest, 1959).
Today, we'll discuss--the probability of train in tunnel scoring success with a complete fucking stranger on a train, whom you just met, when you tell her that you meet the loose definition of a gentleman simply because you do not act on your preliminary impulse to do her, why a face full of shaving cream makes a more believable and organic disguise than dressing up as a fucking train porter, who would pass up a free libation from a gaggle of shadowy gangsters, perhaps if he asked for a lemon twist or dollop of vermouth, it would have made his hangover more like a mild headache, how cansuch a foxy dame, with such a memorable fucking voice, pass as a chameleonic double agent who can blend in with all atmospheric social situations, why sending a telegram to your mother, or making such a colossal deal of not being able to reach her at a fancy bar in a fancier hotel may just lead to your death and detriment and what is the point in crop-dusting where there are no crops and, while I am thinking about it, what is the point in behaving balls to the walls wasted in front of an audience of cops, note that this film swiftly travels in the direction of north by northwest with a handful of plot heavystops, but the audience, and at least one main character, is desperately waiting for when the cold war confession plot narration reveal and Eve Kendall's shoe drops.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: I can hang on the nose of a president for I am a dashing, determined, dogged and dapper fucking gent: Falsetto Prophet and she is not a treacherous trollop nor a turn coat tart, but rather a sensible vixen who deserves praise from her country and a fresh fucking start: Red Devil.
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
F.C.F.U. SAUL BASS DID THE OPENING CREDITS, NOT SAM BASS