Pick 8: Slick Flick Pick: I Vote Renner Oscar Winner (The Hurt Locker, 2008)

Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile cinephile. For your nonary episode, I offer a mysteriously supernatural, otherworldly occult, rare audible bookshop of a Corso cigarette-smoke filling, chilling and fulfilling auricular presentation of one of my most favorite, annually re-watched, cultish, noirish slow-burning but never boorish film shown, vicariously, through the opportunistic, shady, hellbound bookbinding-detecting eyes of our favorite poor man's John Constantine: Dean Corso... played by the unusually subdued, but still slick dude, Mr. Depp. Dean wears a skinny tie, because he's a lean, hungry, restless and sly fstars guy, while Boris Balken is deft at the dark art of the lie, but inept at saying, to Dean on any phone, bye-bye. This flick flows at an agonizing slow burn pace working loosely off the novel: The Club Dumas, directed deftly by the capable, albeit smarmy, greasy, banished from America hands of Roman Polanski capturing the picturesque European locations, the plume from Corso's chain-smoking vice sticks, the black magic book bindings and oozing dark, ritualistic intrigue in an unmistakably slick, sleek gloss: The Ninth Gate, circa August 1999. Dean Corso may get bit, clubbed, seduced, deceived and wounded but this film was not wounded financially in international markets, and though the reviews were conflicting, this flick is no less addicting. This is the most confident, creative and captivating 90's satanic, occult-mystery-suspense odyssey I had the pleasure of viewing. Depp's ease and subtle swagger steals this slow-burning, nerve-churning, Satan-summoning self-burning, cross-country travels enduring, rare antiquities and coveted collections earning, oft forgotten, but never forsaken, slick flick. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, I describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, ceaseless suspense prevailing and esoteric, intelligent not mumbo jumbo dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a quintet of genres: mystery, suspense, horror, neo-noir and occult. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. This NINTH edition of Slick Flick Pick will dissect the devilish details of The Ninth Gate. Ninth episodic edition of the Ninth gate... coincidence or something more? Ever since I viewed this satanic cult classic, I've enjoyed at an almost dark spiritual level. I thought I was alone until my former Starbucks compadre, GG, made known his mutual adoration for this understated slick flick pick. My ninth SFP selection surpasses coincidence into something far more, from Green Eyes to the Babylon beast whore, this is an explicit exorcism of the delicious demons of this oft forgotten film. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, and marvel at The Ninth Gate 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'm your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement and, God-willing, the demonic 9th Gate unlock.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality... I offer you: Pick 9: Slick Flick Pick: HellBOUND Books (The Ninth Gate, 1999). - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla. F.C.F.U. #1 B.B. Hensley is the "BB" from Max Payne. F.C.F.U. #2 Reference assistance: The Ninth Gate: Occult and Tarot-like symbolism in the engravings by Aristide Torchia and Lucifer... David Rodger.