Pick 37: Slick Flick Wick: Man's Best Foe--Cry "Baba Yaga," and Let Slip the Dogs of Wick (John Wick, 2014)

Explicit content warning

06/19/23 • 83 min

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!

Allow me the three-piece-suited pleasure of shooting near your ear, around your detectable, audible sound and on your periphereal but never directly at you while I, through gun-fu, bring you the myth, the suburban legend, the whispered fairy tale/dreamy nightmare of Baba Yaga and his Slick Flick Wick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main black hair slicked back, blood slick Wick vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your worthwhile f****** cinephiles. For your 37th episode, Gut shot, blood clot Red Devil and I review one of our most admired, appreciated and adrenaline fueled gun-fu, artistically inclined, richly colored, sleekly shot, animal rights activist's wet dream, duel directed/written team, tale so straightforward, yet dreamy and surreal, you feel as though your levitating somewhere between a surreal reality and a real fstars dream, high body count slain by such lethal, graceful hands belonging to a lean, mean man in a slick Wick suit that you should not, cannot--will not discount, the required gold coin amount is already in the high tables bank account and there is no gunman, bodyguard, guerilla, or godda** shotgun blast of gastroenteritis or pistol-whipped bout of gout, whether the foe be a beefy, brawny bodyguard, bodybuilder beefcake, or a razor thin, slim, wiry, speedy and scary adversary, he will dispatch all of the above like lethal Wick cream on a pesky rash.

This film is composed of three acts, the backstory, the sob story precipitating, culminating into the cataclysmic, chaotic, calamitous dispatching of his beloved doggie: Daisy, now a mangled mutt and the deliciously, diabolically bloodthirsty denouement with carnage laden consequences. Those who proclaim Keanu can't act need to clean up their own fstars act, for dialogue and line delivery is but a scintilla of an actor's responsibility, if you see, with your own judgmental eyes, and likely try to explain it away and theorize, you still cannot deny that you believe Keanu is John Wick: an undeniably sleek, swift, sharpshooting and slick former cold killer turned puppy lover, with every slick Wick roll, chop, shot, stab, deft grab and sending 77 bodies to the morgue's cold slab fitted for an embalming and toe fstars tag, then Keanu is a tremendous actor and presence on the screen; I will boldly state it is method acting for if you spent 8 hours a day for 4-6 months straight stunt driving, shooting and martial godd*** arts, then you are a skilled professional who we all would, no doubt, performing your own risky as shiz stunts appreciate.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality... I offer you: Pick 37: Slick Wick Pick: Man's Best Foe--Cry "Baba Yaga," and let Slip the Dogs of Wick (John Wick, 2014)

Today, we discuss--the folly of thinking that you can mangle a man's mansion, dispatch his Daisy, purloin his prized ride, not even wipe your shoes on the welcome mat, and think you will get to enjoy a bubbly alcoholic refreshment in a bathhouse hand-delivered to you by voluptuous call girls unmolested, the cinematic evidence that slicked back hair and a facial contour fitting beard is the look of assassins not lame bureaucrats, the only personality more watchable than Keanu doing what John Wick Keanu will do is Viggo, the red shirt, black suit bearded Russian crime czar who may run, but will fail to get very far, for Wick's impressive display of tattoos are hiding bullet scars, and unlike 50 fstars cent, he cares about his cars, he might drink in bars, but does not wind up behind bars, and Wick can double tap a target 3 feet away or on the far side of unclefuc**** Mars.

Your worthwhile cinephile: Candles burn twice as hot with Wick and a gun: Falsetto Prophet

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

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!

Your worthwhile cinephile: Candles burn twice as hot with Wick and a gun: Falsetto Prophet

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

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undefined - Hellbound Binding 4: Slick Page Flip: Thick Weeds, Chin-High, Betray Thin Lies--Every Dolly Finds Their Folly (Sleeping with the Weeping Willow); (Comparison 'Twixt Winter's Bone Film and Novel)

Hellbound Binding 4: Slick Page Flip: Thick Weeds, Chin-High, Betray Thin Lies--Every Dolly Finds Their Folly (Sleeping with the Weeping Willow); (Comparison 'Twixt Winter's Bone Film and Novel)

Greetings Cinematic Fanatics, in this particular case, you Hellbound Book Hounds! The only thing more satisfying than a gorgeous and flawlessly executed standalone Slick Flick Pick is one that honors, if not exceeds, the splendor of its novel source material. Sometimes a screenplay, or film, has been novelized into a riveting read; conversely, an analogue bound book is oft condensed and converted, via a complex digital undertaking, to a cinematic adaptation. Some of the very slickest, sleekest, passionately picked flicks I've had the pleasure of enjoying originated with a Slick Page Flip I took pride in perusing. The age old debate remains as heated and vitriolic as ever, the lingering, pesky, vexing question: is the slick flick pick better than the slick page flip? Sometimes this answer proves easier than slicing your finger's flesh on the corner of a page in a hellbound book; I offer the example of Annihilation, the flick is superior to the novel--but not vastly so-- while no doubt novel, source--however the Slick Page Flip of Jurassic Park outshines the merit of its cinematic expression, and there is no dearth of merit to that Slick Flick Pick.

While I will not perform this companion, contrast/comparison analysis between the primitive novel and polished flick on every Slick Flick Pick, I will grant you the gift of an either/or/both discussion when I find the right pairing of bound paper and waxy film. Enjoy you Hellbound Book Hounds and Cinematic Fanatics as I investigate these various bound collections and similar comparisons to their corresponding flick-- remain on track with your deft, rapt attention in tact through an aurally pleasing perusal as you sate your curiosity with each passing slick flick/page flip pleasure on my Chemohawk rack.

Snuggle the fstars up with a bloody, slick HellBound Book in your secretive nook.

As you earn each paper cut, you'll feel the characters in your gut.

Whether binding open or cover shut, you've wed the novel--the flick serves merely as your mistress slut.

Here, we unwind some novel binding for this is where final cut greets papercut!

The Slick Flick Pick we will be discussing: Pick 36: Slick Flick Pick: J. Law Greets her Deadbeat Pa with Chainsaw-- One Cop, Teardrop and a Routine Traffic Stop (Winter's Bone, 2010) and while that flick was undoubtably gut-wrenching-- flirting with a pit in your tummy resembling sick, it was also incredibly slick. If you thought the flick was cold, brutal and harsh the novel is a colder, more unforgiving, morally miring marsh.

Our protagonist/heroine (A.K.A. Ree) remains family oath blood slick bound and gripped by an Missourian manuscript!

Today you are gifted the treat of aurally checking out this edition **Fourth selection of Slick Page Flip** from my Chemohawk Library Rack: Hellbound Binding 4: Slick Page Flip: Thick Weeds, Chin-High, Betray Thin Lies--Every Dolly Finds Their Folly (Sleeping with the Weeping Willow); (Book Comparison/Ree Reading 'Twixt the Winter's Bone film and Winter's Bone Novel)

Your freestyle logophile, bibliophile and cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

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

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undefined - Pick 38: Slick Flick Pick: Gender Role Switches to Male Witches--Jocks, Nighthawks and Morlocks (The Covenant, 2006) **With Caro Blood Red Wine's Aural Appearance**

Pick 38: Slick Flick Pick: Gender Role Switches to Male Witches--Jocks, Nighthawks and Morlocks (The Covenant, 2006) With Caro Blood Red Wine's Aural Appearance

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the trying and thankless task of ushering at least one neophyte, transferred-in student named Chase "the nutcase" around the northeastern United States where he is both interloping and posing--but really far more north than the country's border-- high school dorm--where unholy happenings, sinister spider-spell traps, chants and two babes enchanting, where the boys are as rich as they suffer the curse of Ipswich, athletes foot and jock fstars itch, if you interrupt Chase Collin's magic show, you'll be found glassy eyed in the back seat of a tiny, gas-friendly, poor man's car or ti** up in a ditch, just cause your rich, don't mean we'll all call you a morlock, rather a male fstars witch, and Caro Dark Magic Divine and I won't be made your bit** while we reveal the joys, boys with both foosball and crotch-rocket toys, and how The Covenant may sometimes just be beneficial for background noise with this Slick Flick Pick, a desirable diversion from the main spell casting vein of Chemohawk Sessions.

For your 38th episode, we review a flick I fondly remember, but upon rewatch worry parts I must misremember, of this Ipswich pre-college Canadian cabal clan, I'm sadly no member, while some moments burn bright in their brilliance, time has shown me this flick displays more smoldering smoke than a glowing hot ember.

We offer you, regarding this cold, fog-laden, electrical-storm-lit, where one male witch must, the other dude witch, outwit or when he turns 18, his powers he'll be forced to forfeit, the person with the biggest balls is actually Sarah, who in Caleb's car makes the first move, kisses his thick lips and goes for it in this fun, but far from flawless, production: The Covenant, circa September 2006.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality... we offer you: Pick 38: Slick Flick Pick: Gender Role Switches to Male Witches--Jocks, Nighthawks and Morlocks (The Covenant, 2006). Today, we discuss--the glaring irony in showing a bodacious, booksmart, blonde babe with 2+ tramp tats on her back; though she probably holds hands like a champ, she kisses like she is tongueless and in the front pew of church.

Your worthwhile cinephile: The real Ipswich founder and original dude witch: Falsetto Prophet and Daddy Long Legs Spider Spell put on her: Caro Dark Magic Divine, Blood Red Wine

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

F.C.F.U. It is called a Track Meet.

Song referenced is How Do I Live Without You.

How 311 Got Its Name

Is the popular rock band '311' associated with the Ku Klux Klan?

Barbara Mikkelson

Claim: 311's innocuous name masks sinister ties to white supremacy, because 'K' is the eleventh letter of the alphabet, and 'K' repeated three times equals 'KKK'.

Status: False.

Origins: This rumor has dogged 311. There's no KKK involvement and never has been.

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