Every podcaster tries to talk like they’re in a fucking Tarantino movie.  Smooth souls flipping thoughts into the ether like crowd’s care to know better.  Entertainment assaults attention spans when shit doesn’t work.  It’s an irritant to be criticized to release the tension boredom serves.  Conversations must have an arc that knows when to volley or spike.  Actors judge the script with THEIR class of bravado.  Too much volleying erases suspension.  Too much spiking erases volleying.  How is conversation deemed interesting?  You know how to respond BEFORE your partner finishes their sentence.  That’s a waltz of words.  The suspense comes from the anticipation of securing effortless transitions.  But losing the exchange must come with grace otherwise the script picks favourites.  In a pinch, laugh at your own lacking, and hope your partner thinks their funny.
 
This is my review of Reservoir Dogs.

​Dali himself said he doesn’t understand his own work because he only creates enigmas.  Enigmas are mysterious and difficult to understand.  So, artists are unbalanced in a subconscious...so perpendicular to the sunset between awake and asleep.  His muse was a flaming Giraffe.  Watch Jodorowsky’s Dune on iTunes.  So, for Dali...his mystery remains an unbalanced cipher...where the art balances his soul on a knife edge of YOUR critiques, teetering with glimpses beyond Dali’s own intellect.  Dali had the technical skill to translate a distortion of time through melting clocks.  Time is a distortion of doubts AND facts, both temporary in THEIR truth.  Time hugs PURPOSE like a horse-saddled eyeball.  Depth is a construct of curiosity.  The flat mirror-like plain suggests depth can be appreciated within the vain novelty one sees in their OWN reflection, fluttering on the surface of poetry.  I say it’s loosely based on numerology’s appeal.  The 90-degree crease marks a point where the angle of relief blocks our memory of what can’t change: a sunset.  An unfortunate one.
 
My guess...Dali saw what could BE had...had God thought otherwise.  Dali was A... jester of God.  I just hope he surrendered to Jesus. 
 
Written by John Ralph Tuccitto (July 16th, 2024)

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If I were to teach in Ridgemont High in 1982 like Mr. Hand or Mr. Vargas, it’s just a case of the preaching pawns.  There are plenty of life lessons in this movie, about immaturity.  I want to review this movie as if I was the rejected actor the director replaced me with “Mr. Hand” played by Ray Walston.  My favourite character in the movie.  The director’s feedback said my audition for the part…wasn’t “marketable.”

What would MY speech have been should I had replaced Mr. Hand in the movie? What if Mr. Spicoli was MY student who always shows up late.  What would I say to straighten him up once and for all?!

So glad you can join us Mr. Spicoli…
 
HA!  Your tardiness reminds me of the good ol’days when Government prioritized borders.  Our vanity cherishes self like a fishing lure attracting the entitled intolerance of those who prioritize effortless attention of immature boys and girls.  Nothing to lose with spiritual jihad right Mr. Spicoli?  Your reward is 72 virgins if you “man up” for Allah.  Maybe your sperm is a locust’s seed (like Mohammad instructs us to purify the white devil with intolerance).  Locusts don’t break sharia law Mr. Spicoli because indulging in foreign charities expands Allah’s reach.  The white devil teases Islamic men with gang-rape mentality.  Jinn infect Islamic men with “kosher” conquest.  HOW psychotic...to derive pleasure from trains.  Sharmuta!

What happens Mr. Spicoli WHEN we cherry pick based on looks alone?  Pussy fever is like MAGIC on steroids.  Pussy is pussy whether HE/SHE’s a 10 or 2.  Lions aren’t blind; they see how pathetic pussy fever is (in women); how female 2’s prioritize male 10’s effortless attention independently of intelligence, nurturing and personality.  All 10's and 2's  can offer to eachother is free sex.  2’s think their pussy is magic ON STERIODS and infects feministic intelligence, nurturing and personality with masculinely jaded life lessons.  HA!  Pussy is pussy Mr. Spicoli, but I doubt you have first hand knowledge of that.  I cure my own cancer with charity.  Mr. Spicoli my charity is to spend my day smartening YOU up.  Allah demands it.  I’m very stubborn with my chances Mr. Spicoli.  I’m searching for your STUBBORN cure.  Mr. Spicoli, I’ve got it.  You know what you are…you’re a lion of the sharks.

In review Mr. Spicoli…Fast Times at Ridgemont High...acknowledges the lions that serve their country with their local genetics, while government marries single moms through crooked judges.  Diversity conquers the whiteman with pawn's pussy.  Mr. Spicoli you are a traitor to your country because you reject your responsibilities.  Spreading seed without responsibility is exactly what a rapist does.  Lions rape pawns with Allah’s genetics.  Rape charges are just a rejection away from being filed.  

Well, what do you have to say for yourself Mr. Spicoli?

“All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.”

Allah will purify the white devil with corrective-rape.  Oh man Phoebe Cates tits are NICE...case closed.  It’s like I saw the future or something.  Best movie ever! Fast Times at Ridgemont high.  My name is Mr. Tuccitto.  I am a preaching pawn, and I hang-out with the lion of sharks.  Lions-Liver is an anchor in the storm of immutable flaw.  Vices keep our whit’s relevant so long as they don’t annoy lambs.  Now...I’m annoyed by this lion because he’s a Malaka.  I grew up with Greeks. I’m a lion’s pawn that documents meat eaters.  It’s no wonder lions like fast times, because youth set for them some unrealistic expectations thanks to the magic of pawn’s pussy.


That teacher was trying to set Spicoli straight.  What did Spicoli say?


“All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.”  Spicoli was a lion deemed fit to fuck sharks.


This is my review.  The case of pawn’s pussy.

"When society is a jail, escape the cops behind bars."  John Ralph Tuccitto

I would have liked to see the desperation of a losing vote would have succinctly disected the protangonist to call his reasonable doubt into question; potentially hanging the jury.

"Satan is transparent with lies because you see them coming.  But the consequence of knowledge replaces faith with cosmology." John Ralph Tuccitto 

From now on, I review all my friend's favourite movies.  D.S. requested me to review this movie.  Enjoy.