Chemohawk Sessions - Pick 46: Slick Chapstick Flick: Point Pleasant Proves Unpleasant--Red-Eyed Moth Flaps, Memory Lapse and a Bridge Collapse (The Mothman Prophecies, 2002) **With Red Devil's Aural Appearance**

Pick 46: Slick Chapstick Flick: Point Pleasant Proves Unpleasant--Red-Eyed Moth Flaps, Memory Lapse and a Bridge Collapse (The Mothman Prophecies, 2002) With Red Devil's Aural Appearance

Explicit content warning

09/23/23 • 85 min

Welcome to this Slick Chapstick Flick Pick!

This is a flick about loss, grief, mistaken fstars identity and questioning all that you see, what it means to those around you and just what the fuck it matters to thee. Mr. Cold, of this once pleasant town, takes chilling hold and transforms Point Godd*** Pleasant into something chaotic, violent and unpleasant. Wake the fstars up #37, it ain't your time for a hellish landscape nor heaven, in this mad Mothman's plan, he designed a collapse for the silver bridge's span, but spares your life, gives a little more to your life span, so believe this red-eyed man, unless he is simply a con man with a wing span.

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the prophetic, predictive, psychic, prognostic pleasure of recounting a disparate collection of red-eyed, wing-flapping otherworldy creature sightings--as this is near Christmas disturbing tidings of said sightings we bring West Virginia residents and their kin--we offer warnings of a massively overloaded, catastrophic bridge collapse and we patiently remind those of you suffering from a nocturnal, preternatural bridge collapse, it is our communal duty and sacred honor to hold your hand while you cross any cold Point Pleasant street and we offer to stand between you and your doppelganger who you might just meet, receiving calls and correspondence for a dead wife is no easy fstars feat and this Mothman wears myriad faces for those unlucky enough to, his distorted alien face, greet. Point Pleasant, for purposes of this film's message, may prove rather godd*** unpleasant, but Red-eyed Devil and I have walked there without winged incident nor a glowing eyed scare, we may have felt unsettled and anxious, but we came prepared and we do not easily scare, I highly recommend passing through there for blaming the Silver Bridge's human defect on a mystical man/moth creature seems rather unfair, but if we were to see someone other than ourselves in the hotel mirror's glare or lock eyes with a carbon copy version of ourselves matching our stare, it might be more than we can bear for a situation that fubar is well past prayer.

We are demonically delighted to be gifting you, wrapped in shiny wrapping paper, crowned with bows, the floating, bobbing, dropped from a mangled bridge, present of this shocking, sensational, stupendous, scary, real life witnessed, interpretated and translated treat of Slick Chapstick Flick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main mothlike vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your worthwhile f****** cinephiles.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality... We offer you: Slick Chapstick Flick: Pick 46: Slick Chapstick Flick: Point Pleasant Proves Unpleasant--Red-Eyed Man Flaps, Memory Lapse and a Bridge Collapse (Mary Klein's Darkly Divine Power Line); (The Mothman Prophecies, 2002). Today, we discuss--the dangers inherent to lugging around a novel for pleasure reading that contains the clause: a broken smile beneath her whispered wings, the futility of unplugging or otherwise disabling a terrestrial phone when the messenger, and thus the message itself, is extraterrestrial, regardless of what hat, cap, helmet or ushanka she wears, Laura Linney's hair looks fstars stupendous, the indecency of making the sole remaining memento visual of your wife's existence a polaroid overtly placing her cleavage on display, the irrefutable comparisons between this film's ending to Titanic's and the unknowable but common sense result of whispering into your wife's ear to drive slowly and methodically on your journey home and not fast as f***balls.

Your worthwhile cinephile: False Prophet but true account of the red-eyed winged beast Falsetto Prophet and Red-Eyed Devil

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

Welcome to this Slick Chapstick Flick Pick!

Your worthwhile cinephile: False Prophet but true account of the red-eyed winged beast Falsetto Prophet and Red-Eyed Devil

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

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undefined - Hellbound Binding 5: Slick Page Flip: Devilish Devil in Blue Dress Distress (Blond/Brunette with a Cigarette); (Easy Reading/Book Comparison between Novel and Film: Devil in a Blue Dress)

Hellbound Binding 5: Slick Page Flip: Devilish Devil in Blue Dress Distress (Blond/Brunette with a Cigarette); (Easy Reading/Book Comparison between Novel and Film: Devil in a Blue Dress)

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 Winter's Bone, the flick is superior to the novel--but not vastly so-- while no doubt novel, source--however the Slick Page Flip of Sphere, by Michael Crichton, outshines the merit of its cinematic expression; coming from a cinephile, such as yours truly, that is a cocksure comment indeed.

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 these fully fleshed out 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 45: Slick Flick Pick: Easy's Sleazy Case--Trailing a West Coast Ghost (Facing Debts, Chasing Coquettes and Misplacing Cigarettes); (Devil in a Blue Dress, 1995) and while that flick was undeniably entertaining, rare and provocative-- the book furnished so much dialogue from its bleeding paper cut fingers feverishly flipping pages of the source novel, I find this flick to be incredibly slick but how can you fstars up a story about teaching an old L.A. new tricks, a private eye dick, his trusting but trigger-happy sidekick, whose flame is already lit on his wrathful wick as they track down the mixed race gal in a blue racy, lacey gown who, more so in the novel than the film proves a fstars lunatic.

Our protagonist, war vet hero Easy, sometime sleazy Rawlins finds himself in too deep, far over his head as his curiosity ushers him to an unseemly, unsafe place where streets run the color of her lips: blood red.

Today you are gifted the treat of audibly checking out this edition **Fifth selection of Slick Page Flip** from my Chemohawk Library Rack: Hellbound Binding 5: Slick Page Flip: Devilish Devil in Blue Dress Distress (Blond/Brunette with a Cigarette); (Easy Reading/Book Comparison between Novel and Film: Devil in a Blue Dress)

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 - Campfire Scarytales: Podcasted for the Auditory Approval of the Match Scratch Society, We Quietly Confirm Your Fireside Initiation Introduction: Between Midnight and First Light

Campfire Scarytales: Podcasted for the Auditory Approval of the Match Scratch Society, We Quietly Confirm Your Fireside Initiation Introduction: Between Midnight and First Light

Good Evening, Match Scratchers

If you once enjoyed, still enjoy or will enjoy henceforth, and in perpetuity, Nickelodeon's very own Are You Afraid of the Dark? broadcast that terrified both tot and teen alike in the early 90's, then you will feel right at home on the jagged, cold, forsaken rocks, atop the speaker's stone throne while occupying temporary, nocturnal space in this chillingly convenient clearing where fellow match scratchers meet to splash tales of terror upon an open flame. These terrifying testimonies are far from tame, the most unnerving, unsettling and upsetting campfire scarytale wins the game and striking matches, along with striking deeply into your core fear gland, proves their aim. If you're soon too frightened or anxious to sleep, if you intend to scream but can nary muster a peep, if your once spry movements retard to a lumbering creep; in becoming a slave to your fears, you have, but yourself, to blame.

Between midnight and first light we meet, our appetites wolfish, our thirst parched, our delirium peaked for delicious tales of fright; in your own unease, crawling skin, tingled spine and sweaty brow we take delight, it will be hours before you can see anything beyond our proximal campfire light, our weekly night light. We have cleared, constructed and consecrated this campsite, in our decorative, secretive, roundtable fireside Match Scratch Society we revel in delight, it is both our sacred and unholy duty to, your fears, incite, this dry, cold cord of wood ignite--your amygdala affright, if, by some miraculous design, you survive our scarytale of the night, then it is your solemn Campfire Scarytale duty to find your Match Scratcher ass back to this haunted hollow, with a new recruit, of your own, in tow, who, your cues, will follow, along with your flashlight, to your own diabolical, original and nerve-jangling tale recite while you deliver potent doses of fear while you sit tight, recount your wickedly warming fire side account with confidence absent any perceptible stage fright and occupy our society's spotlight until the flames fade, the embers and coals lose the gusto of their once resplendent glow and recount your abhorrent account until there's no more fear to stoke, foment or otherwise grow and no other delicious, devilish details for your Match Scratchers to know.

Collect your new batch of Match Scratcher sheep, find a cold rock seat to warm, poke, with your makeshift spear, the waning fire, roast those mellows before they exceed their shelf life and expire, master your storytelling and your fears upon this pyre and await with deathless, breathless anticipation your premiere Campfire Scarytale with: Campfire Scarytales: Submission 1: Never Touch Another Match Scratcher's Matchstick! (Crooked Stick Magic Trick/In Over His Head Raising the Dead); (Magician's Assistant/Sorcerer's Apprentice)

Your host: That's Falsetto, No Mr. accent on the to and co-host: Dr. Red Devil with a REH REH REH

Until next time, Match Scratchers!

Remember, only you can prevent forest fires, call out Campfire Scarytale imposters and disloyal match scratcher liars!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Surrender, courtesy of the artist, Asher Fulero, with a medley of sound effects added for, you guessed it, effect.