Chemohawk Sessions

Don't say can't to Dr. Wigant. Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow Othello and me the pleasure of walking your whistleblowing, partially seeing--but mostly knowing-- threatening to cripple the titan industry capitalizing on the profits which keep cancer sticks' cherries glowing, carcinogens flowing and the cigarette smokescreen up our collective a**es blowing, his former tobacco compa...

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,...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the foreign, yet familiar, terrifyingly non-terrestrial pleasure of steering you along the warped and unnatural crystalized foliage-laden beach enfolding the lighthouse of dark holes with darker tunnels harboring a still darker fantastical factory that cranks out carbonless copies devoid of emotion, sensical responses and a sense of human humor, but these ca...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure of ushering you through both the realm of the digital and the analogue, the melding of the automated and carbon, flesh and blood created, the skylines of the Pearl River Delta as it splashes into Hong Kong City and weaponized, mechanized motherboards of circuitry, next to the buff Adonis Hathaway, Chen Lien looks itty bitty, the legit shiz hacke...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure of ushering you through the picturesque angles of the lively, beating heart of the campus's quadrangle where buff Adonis athletes and slutty, sightly sorority bods dangle, by now, as we are double digits of Slick Flick Pick in, you know the score, of these heat lightning-lit collegiate grounds, and of Natalie's gothic, roomie whore, we g...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you through the confining, constricting, claustrophobic cold and its cobwebbing cocoon of teeth-chattering chill, but this polar night wind will mirror, mimic and mask the screams of local victims for they will all fall and their warm, human blood will spatter, as their teeth chatter, and spill, this is one northern borough that prov...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you through the criminal safehouse at the far reaches of the globe in order to acquire an unauthorized noxious toxin known as DZ-5, and though Austin Travis's team proved tardy to the party and wildly unsuccessful, they still seek, try and strive, though one of his commando bros doesn't make it out--alive, with David Grant&#3...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure of ushering you through the dense, diverse, and deadly Caribbean cities and their peripheral deep sea extremities on the outskirts of this Bahamian utopia, from the palatial war rooms Bond walks through when joining a royal committee, J.B. meets disposable female pleasures aplenty, and they are undeniably pretty; though some of his work proves v...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you through the dense jungle thicket of a quasi-terrestrial hunting parcel of dreadlocked, Berserker alien land where the air is, in fact, breathable, human skull trophies retrievable, poisonous flora and grotesque fauna conceivable, if you're hip to the garden variety predator, this Berserker breed remains believable, but surviv...

I would like to grow up to be like Clint Eastwood: the director, the actor, the invincible, the old man. What other figure in the history of the cinema has been an actor for 53 years, a director for 37, won two Oscars for direction, two more for best picture, plus the Thalberg Award, and at 78 can direct himself in his own film and look meaner than hell? None, that's how many. -Roger Ebert Gre...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure of ushering you through the spacious, two-storied, multiple points of ingress, 3-million-dollar casa of Stu--television-set-wearing-on-his-face-murder-television-style stabbed to a bloody goo--Macher, located in the middle of a forested enclave, at the end of an isolated block--adjacent to nowhere, where two bi-curious, one a f***tard, the other...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure of ushering you through the spacious, two-floored, multiple points of ingress boutique shop: Shiver's, rife with mannequins, ceiling fans, two sisters from the same mister, one would marry a tennis player, the other Freddy Prince, but in this slick flick, they both meet their slicker sporting slayer. This coastal community is far from quaint, re...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you into your own coded, noded, digitally designed and downloaded simulation, programed by my crack team of futuristic architects who designed your carbon copy creation station, and though your creation remains imitation, you'll jack into sensory pleasures that transcend elation. Our protagonist labors the taxing task of playing thre...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you down the claustrophobic alleyways, jigsawed sunflower yellow-cab-occupied streets, sterilized, abandoned floors in a solely owned building, plagued with a defective elevator, in and around the San Francisco Bay. Our protagonist, with an inflated-sense-of-self playboy becomes his own game's toy: losing control freak grip and letti...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure of ushering you through the cramped corridors of the claustrophobic, cramped, tightly-packed, stinky, foul-mouthed, sardine wannabe marine man-whores both active and asleep in their respective racks, where one old seadog holds the key to unlocking a global, nuclear, radioactive mass extinction killing spree; the other speaks softly, subtly grand...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you through the humid, torrid, congested traffic jams and infested, contested, detested drug-trafficked gang-laden, blood-soaked, El Scorpio-ruled streets; El Jefe has freshly snorted a gilded scorpion chalice of cocaine, crossing the booger-sugar border deep into insane; he leaps off the ramshackle high-rise--too impatient to take t...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you down the pristinely clean sandy beaches of a sleepy, centennial celebrating, coastal community that seems serene on the surface of the warm, inviting wave's sway, but harbors dark depths of spoils-pilfering greed and one unforgivable, murderous misdeed; do tread lightly in the saltwater as we offer you the life preserve of Slick...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of ushering you to a grand, well-endowed, upper-crust-- by invitation only-- elite socialite soiree of academics, anthropologists and benefactors, who stand in attendance, and through the dimly lit, grimly creature bit, throat slit, skull split with missing brain matter that will no longer, in the missing thalamic region, fit and a bloodbathroom...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the pleasure of commencing with the sacrifice of devising an ill-conceived, poorly-planned and abysmally-executed heist, but, from this audibly projected crime sacrifice, we'll maintain an honor in our thievery, remain nice... all of you loyal listeners shall receive, from this slick flick pick, of your share--a slice; welcome you widowed wives who lived lav...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the bodyguarding, chauffeuring--16 times cockblocked in 16 blocks of gridlocked traffic-- sacred, shady cop shield duty of securing the metaphorical witness of your attention and maintaining your attention for however long it takes my overage, overweight, shuffling on one good leg, and a floundering liver, self to usher you the distance of 16 blocks to your...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow me the inflaming, flammable, still smoldering, apartment fire and provocative social commentary rich pleasure of satirizing the criminal media within the charred, smoking remains of a tenement in the Big Rotten Apple via another titillating Slick Flick Pick , an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk S...

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,...

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