Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 83: Slick Flick Pick: Cartelenovela--Hugs, Not Eastern Facing Rugs; Waylaid Convoy, Kidnap Ploy and Aggrieved Attorney Turned Loose to Destroy (Human Trafficking Jam); (Unpaved Roads and False Flag Codes); (Sicario 2: Day of the Soldado, 2018).

Today, we discuss--the indefatigable style and lasting appeal of Benicio Del fucking Toro, who looks just as bad ass when he has a clear mission as he does when he knows not where to go, why it should not come as a stupefying shock that the same government who ordered you to get dirty plays dirty and outside the moral lines themselves, how there is a way toconstruct and immensely intense border crossing and then there is a way to improve upon said sequence and add to its nerve-jangling duration, whoever ends up dating Isabela best not hurt her fucking feelings in the process or they will be hurting and ultimately blood squirting, when you hand a pistola to a young little shit to do your bidding, at least double tap the target or otherwise dislodge their head from their neck so that you confirm proof of death and I don't know if Matt Graver is an American savior, of sick, twisted, yet necessary deeds a purveyor, or a commando who spouts off such prescient realizations, he is a full-fledged fucking soothsayer, but he is both good, bad, rad and intensely and severely misunderfuckingstood.

-Your worthwhile cinephile: Your undercover operative at the food court Mexican food joint who wants to be the next Sicario in line that BDT will anoint and he is neither all white nor all black but an indistinguishable, incorruptible mix of color half American and half Mexican OTHELLO, my favorite bicolor cat.

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

Greetings Cinematic Fanatics and welcome to: REDUX #4 Tea Slick Flick Pick: Fatalitea--Harsh, Cold, and of Both MissileKeys, Marko Takes Hold; Nuclear Turbulence (Sleeping with Whales if Jack's Plan Fails); (Merry Soviet Singing and Hail Mary Pinging); (The Hunt for Red October, 1990)

This is a gracious guest lecture with Red Devil!

Some flicks are so mesmerizing and memorable they are worthy of a second glance and an additional chance, this is a fourth offering of this parallel series to Slick Flick Pick.

-Your Worthwhile Cinephile

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

F.C.F.C. A submarine is technically a ship, as modern submarines are large, complex vessels capable of carrying other smaller vessels, but naval tradition dictates that submariners and the U.S. Navy refer to them as "boats" as a point of pride and identity, often starting their names with the designation USS (United States Ship).

Greetings Faux Poets,

You are all going to be calmer and more even keeled after listening to the dancer, the writer, the lover NOT the fighter with Casanova, my friend, brother and uncle, all in one.

Remember: "It is only in the vast, black dark you just might glean a spark and use that illumination to add elation to thebleak, the dim, the stark."

Faux Poe and Casanova OUT!

**All I Am by Dyalla is the song playing for intro and outro purposes.

Greetings Faux Poets,

You are all soon graced with her warm vocalizations, as I was, with the wonderful Poetletariat. As this is her return appearance, make yourself present, the opposite of scarce, buckle in and let her wisdom astound you.

Remember: "It is only in the vast, black dark you just might glean a spark and use that illumination to add elation to the bleak, the dim, the stark."

Faux Poe and Poetletariat OUT!

**All I Am by Dyalla is the song playing for intro and outro purposes.

F.C.F.U. It was Sean William Scott who shot a tranquilizer dart into the jugular of Will Farrell in Old School.

Greetings Faux Poets,

The Rising Phoenix ash and I go for the jugular of candorin our premiere Faux Poet episode together! A little poetry is read and we further explore the corridors of her diabolical mind and ask why, an Italian badass such as herself, is so hard to find!

Remember: "It is only in the vast, black dark you just might glean a spark and use that illumination to add elation to thebleak, the dim, the stark."

Faux Poe and Elocin Phoenix OUT!

**All I Am by Dyalla is the song playing for intro and outro purposes.

Greetings Faux Poets,

Brother Jameson and I go for the jugular of candor in our second Faux Poet episode together! A little poetry is read and we further explore the corridors of Brother Irishman's a mile a minute brain and ask why, as an Irishman, his emotions sometimes see red!

Coming soon, to an ear canal near you, perhaps even your own, your very venerated voice for sore ears, Faux Poe with a fresh Lecture of Faux Poet: Lecture 27: Faux Poet: A Rusty, Antique Friend Falls Like Domino While Fresh Friendships, like Bamboo, Do they Grow--How to Slip the Grip of Stage fright Fear and , Your Mind, Clear (Gracious Guest Lecture with Open Mic Elocin).

Remember: "It is only in the vast, black dark you just might glean a spark and use that illumination to add elation to the bleak, the dim, the stark."

Faux Poe and the BEAST with a Brogue Irishman OUT!

All I Am by Dyalla is the song playing for intro and outro purposes.

F.C.F.U.In Gran Torino, Clint Eastwood's character, Walt Kowalski, worked as a retired autoworker at a Ford plant. The film is set in the Detroit area, where many scenes were shot, and his character's past as an autoworker is a central part of his identity.

Garage Inc. is a compilation album of cover songs byAmerican heavy metal band Metallica. It was released on November 24, 1998, through Elektra Records.

The Be Good Tanyas are a Canadian folk music group formed in Vancouver in 1999. Their influences include folk, country, and bluegrass.

Yes, Metallica and members of the band have praisedKorn's cover of "One". Lars Ulrich has expressed kind words about the performance, and the band members reportedly enjoyed watching it, with Lars being particularly complimentary, according to one source.

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

Let's unwind the grind of reality with Pick 81: Slick Flick Treat or Trick Pick: All Hallows' Cleave--Laurie Strode in Survival Mode (Emergency Room of Doom); (A Nonelective Surgery Slashing Spree--Body Pillow Decoy Trick and Slipping in Blood Slick; (Halloween 2, 1981).

Today, we discuss--the farfetched likelihood of being able to run just as swiftly barefoot and in an ankle bandage wrap as you were with just a gaping hole knife wound in your thigh, the raw strength and dexterity it must take to suspend a full grown busty nurse in midair with nothing but a scalpel and wrist power, balance her deftly and perform all of the above with no grunting or audible exclamation aside from theincessant and passive breathing, how exercising a foul mouth in the hospital can get your ass violently disposed of, the value of going to the dentist at least once in your life so that dental records can be compared, the recent reminder that if stabbing Mr. Myers with a sewing needle, and a knife, andemptying your six shot revolver into his ass until he unceremoniously falls from a second story balcony does not curb or curtail his movements and resolve, why does she think shooting him in both eyes will illustrate a different fate and from shoulder rub to sterilized hospital hot tub, this curly haired prowler is nothing but a scrub in scrubs, but she is the busty buxom broad nurse that Michael Myers, he, and all of his cohort victims, when in her vicinity feel a growing, ever knowing, hot tub so hot it's glowing…chubb.

-Your worthwhile cinephile: In this emergency room of doom, you are safer to stay in the womb, but will Michael Myers smell the gas fumes before the room goes boom: Falsetto Prophet, and if Laurie Strode is in fucking survival mode, Red Devil's own pace has slowed and she is sitting down, waiting for her Michael Myers life taker while slowly enjoying some hot fudge brownie a la mode.

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

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up)

Halloween 6 THE CURSE of Michael Myers

The Satanic panic is a moral panic consisting of over 12,000 unsubstantiated cases of Satanic ritual abuse (SRA, sometimes known as ritual abuse, ritualistic abuse, organized abuse, or sadistic ritual abuse) starting in the United States in the 1980s, spreading throughout many parts of the world by the late 1990s, and persisting today.