Pick 31: Slick Flick Pick: Will Alicia's Throat be Slit, Skull Split, or will She, the Killer, OutWitt? (From an Old Rumor Mill-- New Blood will Spill); (Urban Legend, 1998) *With Caro Blood Red Wine*

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 give you a blood-drenched, blood-soaked, blood-stained, in all stages of drying to dried blood tour, whether Pop Rocks eater, swimmer, journalist, skier or water polo player, all sprint for their fstars lives to sidestep, dodge and outrun the parka-sporting slayer. This nor'easter academic community proves deceptively quaint, suburban legends taint this town like unsightly spray paint, this flick's cast, though now a blast from the past, is comely and magnetic-- with spunk, flair and bombast, but their collective past is rooted in intrigue, and the core of this flick's fun is taking safe bets on who will get axed first, defenestrated last, and which of the cast will, the hooded axe wielding omnipresent slasher, outrun slash outlast. This campus proves a secret-prying, death-defying, disk-jockeying, cock-blocking, goth roomie-rocking, body outline-chalking, urbane, legendary treat of Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your worthwhile f****** cinephiles. For your 31st episode, Caro blood red wine Line, and I, review one of our most guilty pleasured, prized and treasured slasher in a parka, in lieu of a slicker, sleekly lit and blood slick flick picks; I have reveled in this film since my first teenage television viewing. So, too, have I watched this legend of the urban in the company of Caro shivers up her spine Line; I once thought Scream took all the horror/slasher cake and though this subsequent flick, they were quick to forsake, in my sprinting-from-the-killer-cross-trainers, it still makes me shake: my pulse pounds and heart thumps to more of a quake and that climatic candlelit scene in Stanley Hall still cuts short my breath, makes my skin crawl and makes me heart leap into free fstars fall. I confess to you, Cinematic Fanatics, this Silvio Horta-written-flick, though financially applauded, both locally and worldwide, was, tragically, critically eviscerated inside as they chose to deride it and chide. Urban Legend, circa September 1998, this film proficiently casts horror throwbacks, including Freddy from Elm Street, but sadly we see no Neve, Randy or Skeet, but at the coffee shop, not beside a fountain, these vapid, daredevil teens meet, the parka is worn by the axe wielder as they were initially expecting sleet, Damon's chaotic Pepsi/Pop Rocks caper was a brilliantly timed and executed comedic feat and Tara Reid proves such a slutty strumpet in her radio station, c*** jockeying seat.  We offer you: Pick 31: Slick Flick Pick: Will Alicia's Throat be Slit, Skull Split, or Will she, the Killer, OutWitt? (Jumping off Legends); (Urban Legend, 1998) **With the Aural Pleasure of Caro--Blood Red Wine--Line)** Today, we'll discuss-- though this film is rife with blood-red herrings, twists and headless goose chases, the narrative remains fair, one missing, sadly missed legend is a witch named Blair-- I still can't decide what offers a more pleasing scare: Damon's nookie denied glare to Nat the Brat or the wickedly wild curls of Gayheart's frizzy hair. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and Caro Blood Red Wine P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.