Howdy Slick Tear Slippers,
You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion.
Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flicks are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no choice but to bear these emotionally bludgeoning burdens traumatic, feel these sensations thematic, acknowledge those very same feelings are far from pragmatic--in fact, at times, problematic, from the painfully rheumatic to cathartic and ecstatic, is it matter over mind or rather somatic; my singular passion for emotive films remains dogmatic, at times enigmatic, but for all things cinematic I am charismatic and in my preparation for these well-thought out aural presentations both candidly passionate and wildly systematic.
Have you ever felt the surge of saltwater surface behind the crest of your peepers, eager to burst, release, escape and glide down the contours of your countenance until it drips gently, but repeatedly off the pronounced end of your unblemished cheek as it slides confidently, unapologetically off the dimple of your chin and down towards gravity and the great un-fstars-known?
What I fancy about a good godd*** cry is there is candor to the wet confetti, no untruth, half-truth or 3/4 lie, eyes speak in truthful tongues, they are too overt, too unsubtle to be sly. I strongly urge you, my cinematic fanatics, to partake in this legit shiz truth, this unadulterated cry, let the salty fluid flow and permit at least one sincere slick tear slip--before you die.
Films fascinate, they educate, they entertain, excite and, on rare but rewarding occasion, prompt us to feel, chuckle--occasionally chortle-- question life, comfort our strife, force us to reflect and correct crooked intellect, whether taking a taxing load off or tacking on burdensome emotional heft, sometimes these flicks are so tenacious, telling and true there is nothing left to emote but a well-earned, unapologetic goddamn cry.
The following filmography nexus draws an emotional link between a masterful film and its undying ability to stir, stoke and provoke creeping tear reapers behind our peepers. This will be your last phase into this Slick Tear Slip excursion, I assure you 'twill be memorable.
The right Slick Flick Pick can morph into a slick tear slip and gift you metaphorical, cinematic wings, make you feel you can fly, others tear at your insides, break your heart, punch your gut, clutch your drawn breath, make you cry.
The following Chemohawk Session broadcast will encompass the final four of my top 16 slick, teary-eye inducing moments from Slick Flick Pick: (Note some of these were previously discussed tangentially on an already posted episode, others are yet to be dissected, in full, and posted, and some, while the specific scene is worth mentioning here, the film, in its entirety, is not worthy of a Slick Flick Pick induction.
There is a sweetness in sympathetic machinations and in the subsequent sincere emotional reactions and ramifications to poignant cinematic stimuli.
The four films discussed today, speaking to the specific melancholy, inspirational or moving moments and beyond, are, in chronological order: The Game, 1997, Good Will Hunting, 1998, A Lot Like Love, 2005, Out of the Furnace, 2013.
-Your worthwhile cinephile and wide teary eyed Slick Tear Slip guide: Falsetto Prophet
*Intro/outro song, Searching for Time, courtesy of the artist, Telecasted.
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By Falsetto ProphetHowdy Slick Tear Slippers,
You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion.
Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flicks are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no choice but to bear these emotionally bludgeoning burdens traumatic, feel these sensations thematic, acknowledge those very same feelings are far from pragmatic--in fact, at times, problematic, from the painfully rheumatic to cathartic and ecstatic, is it matter over mind or rather somatic; my singular passion for emotive films remains dogmatic, at times enigmatic, but for all things cinematic I am charismatic and in my preparation for these well-thought out aural presentations both candidly passionate and wildly systematic.
Have you ever felt the surge of saltwater surface behind the crest of your peepers, eager to burst, release, escape and glide down the contours of your countenance until it drips gently, but repeatedly off the pronounced end of your unblemished cheek as it slides confidently, unapologetically off the dimple of your chin and down towards gravity and the great un-fstars-known?
What I fancy about a good godd*** cry is there is candor to the wet confetti, no untruth, half-truth or 3/4 lie, eyes speak in truthful tongues, they are too overt, too unsubtle to be sly. I strongly urge you, my cinematic fanatics, to partake in this legit shiz truth, this unadulterated cry, let the salty fluid flow and permit at least one sincere slick tear slip--before you die.
Films fascinate, they educate, they entertain, excite and, on rare but rewarding occasion, prompt us to feel, chuckle--occasionally chortle-- question life, comfort our strife, force us to reflect and correct crooked intellect, whether taking a taxing load off or tacking on burdensome emotional heft, sometimes these flicks are so tenacious, telling and true there is nothing left to emote but a well-earned, unapologetic goddamn cry.
The following filmography nexus draws an emotional link between a masterful film and its undying ability to stir, stoke and provoke creeping tear reapers behind our peepers. This will be your last phase into this Slick Tear Slip excursion, I assure you 'twill be memorable.
The right Slick Flick Pick can morph into a slick tear slip and gift you metaphorical, cinematic wings, make you feel you can fly, others tear at your insides, break your heart, punch your gut, clutch your drawn breath, make you cry.
The following Chemohawk Session broadcast will encompass the final four of my top 16 slick, teary-eye inducing moments from Slick Flick Pick: (Note some of these were previously discussed tangentially on an already posted episode, others are yet to be dissected, in full, and posted, and some, while the specific scene is worth mentioning here, the film, in its entirety, is not worthy of a Slick Flick Pick induction.
There is a sweetness in sympathetic machinations and in the subsequent sincere emotional reactions and ramifications to poignant cinematic stimuli.
The four films discussed today, speaking to the specific melancholy, inspirational or moving moments and beyond, are, in chronological order: The Game, 1997, Good Will Hunting, 1998, A Lot Like Love, 2005, Out of the Furnace, 2013.
-Your worthwhile cinephile and wide teary eyed Slick Tear Slip guide: Falsetto Prophet
*Intro/outro song, Searching for Time, courtesy of the artist, Telecasted.