Pick 84: Slick Flick Pick: Slain at Lover's Lane--What's all the Fuss of School Bus? (A Hack, Quack, One Bizarre Brainiac); (Taking Possession of Obsession); (Drowning in Crime Waves); (Zodiac, 2007)

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality. We offer you: Pick 84: Slick Flick Pick: Slain at Lover's Lane--What's all the Fuss, it's Just a School Bus? (A Hack, Quack, One BizarreBrainiac); (Taking Possession, Then Repossession, of Obsession); (Drowning in the Crime Waves); (Animal Crackering the Code); (Zodiac, 2007).Today, we discuss--how this film belongs in the scariest movie scenes of all time discussion, along with the campfire scene from The Empty Man and the bearman attack in Annihilation, this flick delivers two such scenes with the Lake Berryessastabbing and the movie poster basement scene, why aqua velvas both look highly appetizing and make for a great comedic moment in an otherwise serious flick, when your editor or a local, admired cop tells you to drop something, it isbest to heed that advice, how the date that never ended will bring some of the film's biggest melancholy moments in a film not frequenting many melancholy moments, how the roundabout retard insult remains one of the funniest scenes in this film, or any film, if you are in need of a hulking evil motherfucker, you cannot do better than John Carrol Lynch, this flick also belongs in the conversation of greatest Fincher flicks up there with The Game and Fight Club, the impossible truth that aside from murders in the first 30 minutes of thisflick, the rest is just paperwork, intrigue, follow up and grinding away, and my oh my how riveting all of the aforementioned proves to be, the quality of the cast, especially the smaller bits, not one face or personality was woefully selected, the hidden message apparent that if you stick out something long enough you just might receive a pyrrhic victory and cold hard evidence that this film's poster tagline: there's more than one way to lose your life to a killer will prove so fucking true, will make you feel lugubrious and blue and reminds you that cases of this stature are never, ever goddamn cocksucking through, and when the nightmares come, they don't present your mind with a smidgen of piddly problems, rather a fucking slew.-Your worthwhile cinephile and Hurdy Gurdy not girly Man, Falsetto Prophet and we both know that once she starts screaming Zodiac would likely be so awestruck he would not finish his killing task of her before he decides to turn and go: Red Devil! P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.