Pick 52: Slick Flick Pick: Mexicontract Killer--Land of the Lobos (Cutting Blood-Red Tape with a Pretty, Blunt Force); (Sicario, 2015)

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 we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Sicario is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, select which side of the border and the argument to wish to land on and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's and Red Devil's voice, you hear. Lights...camera...border checkpoint action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. We are your worthwhile cinephiles; you're our cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this blood slick, dusty, cracked and dried flick, picked prize. Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Slick Flick Pick: Pick 52: Slick Flick Pick: Mexicoke, Mexicoup, Mexicontract Killer--Land of the Lobos (Cutting Blood-Red Tape with a Pretty, Blunt Force); (Sicario, 2015). Today, we discuss--the self preservation in not discussing your plan to squeal to the authorities back home every dirty desert deed whilst still standing in the fstars desert, In Mexico, in the middle of the co**sucking night, popping off to a man and his dedicated, terrifying, local team who have just massacred a tunnel full of soldier rats, undeniable dangers of going home with a dude you danced with at a place called the Wild Pony, all of the dangers associated with being too ambitious and volunteering for special projects in the workplace, not asking 6 questions too many to a man with racoon-eyes and a tall stature who shakes violently whilst sleeping on a plane beside you, only accepting travel rich missions if they serve tuna tartare on the flight and not self-serve stale shi*** peanuts and learning the value of letting one person operate the cell phone camera in the entombed corpse carnival of carnage and showing all the rest of the agents, the grim head-bagged bodies virtually from a safe distance where atrocious smells and basement trapped hells await. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Your coca colaed out broadcasting, podcasting, outlasting lover not fighter, lothario not sicario Falsetto Prophet and the red as a coca cola can Devil: Red Devil P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.