roig27

I like your entrance. This film will make your balls fire! In the Emperor's name, he rescues a child female prostitute from the streets of New York City! If Ed could act it... I believe people should be placed under arrest for prostitution... You will have to produce the evidence. The main actress in the film is taken b the "Taxi Driver", an Orpheus-like Hercules who never shaves his head because he is out of competition with the streets of New York City! If you knew... Who would have guessed that people feel empowered by the streets of New York City! I like the last scene shot at a private apartment with stairs! The taxi driver comes in and says: "Are you speaking to me?" The resolution of the film is excellent: excellent cinematography, excellent photography, excellent costumes, excellent music, et cetera. Finally the mother was sold for ten (10) dollars at a bus stop, á-la Rosa Parks with the difference that Jodie Foster is white and not black. Confused about the negative and positive? Check out these signs: - +.

Chris is excellent in this movie: he can move your balls. If you put him in a sweet, soft film with a hunk back from him and a degree from Harvard U-U Thant holding his interests and no questions ask, he will fly your fifth Blue Angel: the invisible one. He has grown as a gentleman: he is soft butts (so you can come your butter in his popcorn's), his IT is appropriate, he weights lift every day at the secret location of his Alma Mater. His socks are from -Century 21- in NYC, the same place OJ Simpson bought his Bruno Magli shoes: the ones I almost bought in Ithaca, NY. Izmit, the town of Turkey, from where Al Pacino and Robert De Niro are, winning over the rest and overpowering the local Pizza Hut. I saw him one in New York City, close to Union Square: just before the Cinéma. I was having my popcorn and Pepsi and watching -Dune- the unclear film from the M.of M.A. MOMA(Museum of Modern Art) where Sting the English singer makes a cameo á-la Alfred Hitchcock in Psycho. Did you leave your granny at the showers?

This film is excellent. The stairs at the B & W shots will stop your carriages at the "wild" caravan of wild strawberries, a final and census, albeit colorless, tour de force on movement. If you suffer from cerebral palsy and cannot move from your wheelchair, buy a home stereo, stretch your legs with -PETROLEUM JELLY- and stick your fingers in, you are off! When I was a student at Hunter College the year 1986 to the year 1987 I wrote a corporatist study between "Battleship Potemkin" and "Young Mr. Lincoln" overstraining in automatic writing the effects of history in the moving image industry and how much that costs for the imaginary of an ambition. Me at Auburn, New York watching LOST IN SPACE the year 1998 thought: "Where is Truman Capote's laundry, at which one of the universities?" The University of Moscow is not Cornell University, for example. A strawberry from Finland is not a strawberry from France, for example, a kiwi from Praha is not sold the same way as the kiwi from New Zealand is sold at the local supermarket, or else you are tripping on ice, or you are picking up eggs in Red Square.