Pick 19: Slick Flick Pick: Forsaking Blake was Their Mistake (Dead Calm LeproSEA); (John Carpenter's The Fog, 1980) **With Red Devil's Aural Appearance**

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 Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile cinephile. For your 19th episode, Red Devil and I review one of our most sunken treasures, a sublime pastime of watching, re-watching this top-notch follow up to John Carpenter's Halloween. This mystery maritime remains a resounding good time for it shows us one ghostly galleon, the seafaring, pants you'll pee scaring; the Elizabeth Dane drove the crew insane, aboard the 3-mast clipper, captained by a murderous skipper: Blake the bay-slaying Ripper. Carpenter's directing in his prime, commanding the flash mob fog's dread, looming mystery and capturing, with iconic intensity: Blake and his six crewmates undead. I confess to you, Cinematic Fanatics, this Seagrass seafaring flick is neither feared, nor revered by all, and some scorners make the mistake of dismissing The Fog and forsaking the sword-wielding Blake, they claim this to be a nautical debacle, that the effects remain far too tame; I consider their criticisms unfounded, their lack of idolization for this slow-burning, seaweed-churning, decapitation-earning-ending ungrounded and this review shall silence their slander with saltwater filled lungs drowned. This is a slick maritime, cinematic experience that touches a trio of genres: supernatural, mystery, horror-- it transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. Hitchhiker rules: not even Jamie Lee rides for free, the price of transport is flat ass, gas or helping Nick scour for the Seagrass. This film commences with a warm campfire, Father Malone proves a chilling liar, due to Antonio Bay's dark deeds, six souls expire, for their bloodlines are tainted, and descend into hell's deep-sea pyre. Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as I unwind the daily grind with a slick flick pick. John Carpenter's The Fog is the flick, so very slick, hence my 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 am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize. Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality… we offer you: Pick 19: Slick Flick Pick: Forsaking Blake was Their Mistake (Dead Calm LeproSEA); (John Carpenter's The Fog, 1980). Today, we'll discuss-- why it pays to pick up a risqué hitchhiking stray, the risks of collecting wood debris from the bay, how, though late to the broadcasting fray, Stevie still saves the fuc**** day, and no matter how much Father Malone may pray, he'll only earn a brief reprieve…for Blake returns to behead his prey. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and your dead calm, fog blood bank co-host: Red Devil  P.S. *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.