List Of Spectrobes In Spectrobes Origins

jfk miami ccs / fear factor

manhana A placid, a Thursday post thanksgiving, courtesy of my friend Ivan was invited to NY to spend cumpleanhos christmas anho again work, etc., in and more. Up at 3 am. to become the Rollet, embadunarse the emotions you put us even with creams worth rigueur, powdering our most privates and other aromatic herbs well to put us in the mood entrompar suitable and so the old "trail" ... rabbit fur is not as pure and indoctrinating bout me extranhado always father. Total ... conejo.Ya hair ready for the taxi and trembling in the amount that would require the driver, unknown to the editor here, I was with zipper bags, locks located, stored in envelopes passports, currency between Bartlebys, of course with a minimal desire not talk to anyone at the airport, but the low nicotine I became Miss Congeniality in Manquetilla, as I said when I was a princess servant-hara about 30 anhitos that.
"Seat # 17C", ie, steps behind first class. (NO I keep repeating: IF YOU TRAVEL FIRST CLASS ALWAYS NEED TO TRAVEL FIRST CLASS is a shit, but shit delight! It's like being able to sit fuck tailbone in a rugged male cum and keep doing it as if it were to 30 plates per day. Travel first is that kind of experience, that divine gift. And as one, as member of that circle Pequenho bonvivance, trust and always be spoiled by all. A demigod, superstar, pseudo diva (I love that description so pervasive and ineffective, by the way) that embedded in clothing sales, vintage my mother does not appreciate, and would like tinkling cornucopia cornucopia some never emptied my bowl, something 'to Realm of the Senses ... But back to my story.
Beside two rolls Bogota, 17C, window. Saco Pacemaker magazine to read an article about naming it looked fun and I hear: "Senhora Carrascosa light near the aircraft door or gate "and think" oh! I have not to leave the country or something happened or I sit in first iconho, I knew it!, divine justice, karma, my gift cumpleanhos a Senhal, and countless!
I must confess that I have been arrested but not booked igration optimal Ganesh and judge! and recently. While love of my gender, domino sort of martial arts but not brutal, but on two plates and when it ultimately a good pair of wafer starts, this cheeky is not cool the syrup. My cousin wanted me tittle of Cleopatra Jones long ago. At eleven anhos already knew what was the street fight and there it goes.
At the door of the plane notify me one of my suitcases "vibe" and need to know the contents in detail. Acted as a casual and evening soap opera star. Arching his eyebrows and roll up his eyes to heaven, "see, see, ah, movies, clothes, gifts, shoes, what else, that massssss?" I notice the good looks and customs broker or customs duty or air or as they name the charge. The gentleman tells me that since I travel alone I go down to the cargo area to show the dudes "contents." Perdere also notes that flight and I will rise in the next. Invoke death, I request a return to my bed with my new kitten and my dog \u200b\u200bCatalina Perri it is better to escape to see more Korean films in the killer and flying home to submit to be arrested by any compromising detail in the suitcase carelessly forgotten.
But another part of my thank-you admit, though little, resistance and confidence of Jackie Brown makes me down to the agent who placed me with extreme gallantry jacket wearing orange vest style over there, who knows why.
A couple of drug dogs pose jealously at my arrival. In a meson metal is my bag, my sausage that will not leave me and break my back. Four national guards behind the counter watching me and glancing at the dogs at the same time. The part of me that if I know turns at full speed, "such suitors? That will happen to my luggage?" And start to get bras, socks, shoes, movies and a guard says: "Here is vibrating senhora," where? " "Here, watch!". Play and play, and play an orange towel wrapped my dolphin that had been driven alone by heat or perhaps the desire to get to my beloved New York.
At first I was a little bit ashamed, but to see the guards laughing stalk of barking dogs and the result, I started to laugh and I too chilly to me I go where I like the cornucopia.
buenmozon agent tells me: "Do not worry, it's not the first time." I guess not, of course. I remove the batteries and santaspascuas. And as I returned to the waiting room door asks, "why so big and fins?", "Because it is almost a whale and I like" I say.

veronica's room
Finally I put on the next flight to Miami. I get there late, nervous about the strap down to find the suitcases, but you have to go through immigration before. Long lines. Latinos blasted. Inglês everywhere. An hour and a half later I turn comes, I have 15 minutes to run to the belt and look for the luggage. I play an Indian, which reviews and revises my European passport, I relax, but I note that I try to relax and contract. When finally asked, "everything okay? Namaste!" and says "no." Enter another immigration agent who takes my passport and the Hindu says, "a regular one." No Jackie Cleopatra or worth. Pal room. I break into tears and ask you as a baby to be back home, we know with whom. To my surprise a room full of 80% European, Haitian, 2%, 3% Colombian, Venezuelan 15%.
lot of camaraderie. Do not look as nervous as they should be. Meeting 3 Lexotanil 3mg and Cave of the drink. I get the pants, I remember that I got the belt, that pod! I had to use it for all these dead hours, who knows how long they spend here. A very nice Colombian tells me: "Calm down woman, just arrived, let's get to talk." I prefer to ask the Haitian to me that it's there. I was very nervous and he does not know who lives in Miami long. Barbancourt carrying a box of twelve bottles. Le I say that if we came out alive, I'll buy one. Laughs but does not accept the offer. More nervous, more companherismo, most Europeans meet a Hindu adorns the fourth quartet, the fucking room. I think of Gogol, the boy Jumpa Lahiri's novel. I have special fondness for the adjective fijate Hindu and Indian origin agent stopped me. The villain of life.
A Venezuelan woman who claimed to be a journalist, also said he spent 4 hours waiting. Seeking more Lexotanil, but I can not see me as a guinhapo to immigration agents. Then discard the idea and do not induce laxity.
"Miss Carrascosa, window 3, please." The agent says that everything is fine but I settle a debt of $ 125 with the school to prevent future invitations the room.

pa pain ointment
I put on another flight to JFK. I run a bar near my next gate and invited me to myself 5 bottles of Presidente beer and sits beside me to get me a surenho coincidentally ended up talking and talking about the president. I get bored with Senhor surenho that bears some resemblance to Clinton and he tells me has been to Cuba many times. I crossed the idea that I've had many conversations of this type and would be of Ulan Bator, for example.
I'm going to sit at the door and listen to music on my CD player. Gato Barbieri Change by Alejandro Sanz and who does not like things. The woman huge mosque next to me maybe because I sing very high and I change another two more empty seat beside me. And I, "not the same thing might be not the same be to stay, not stay the same as what mismoooooooooooooooooooooooque pararno know that there are people trying to confundirnossssssss but we have a heart that is not equal, sorry ... is maybe distintooooooooooooque merezcopero me my voice does not sell it door, and what they think of us ... we read lips, I'm not ventaaaaaaaaaaa "and I plant next to a version of Clive Owen to look recognizable Italian leagues. And damn! I will not be able to sing in peace?, but Clive Owen is stronger than me and I take off my headphones and asked if I'm singing too high. Zorron Iun, I am! He says, "that thing ascolta? salsa? Marc Anthony? "And I realize that could be the stuntman Jean Reno, but is much more handsome. And forget talk of Alejandro Sanz is my official bard, philosopher, semiological, Machazo, etc. But this hybrid of Clive Owen Reno left me with mouth abiertota.
not go into any details of the conversation, but if I tell you that praise the nature of my breasts and my face reminded her of an actress ... and decided to sit together on the plane. Courtesy of my buddy
Ivan, this time it was this very senhorita SEAT 7B, at first. But Sanz said: "This is not the side you want to be to be on one side or throw you aside ... live is the most dangerous thing is life "and I said" my kingdom for a love mijita.
Clive Reno, we will call now, call me, "Elena, Vieni to 27" and I run like a video of Julio Iglesias by pasilllo the plane to roost where I met my Clive Reno. The conversation! How many stories! We were leaving we stopped to talk or not to interrupt.
When the plane off the lights to sleep I said: "You tuck?" and say that if you please. Seconds later said: "voglio give you a basin of buona notte. "Yeah right, I said. And already there was a mezzo mile high club ...
awaits an Italian friend anhos hundred taxi driver with a Cadillac and deposited me at my friend." I have a PA to the pain ointment , remedies for all sorts of errors also recipes Pá disappointment. "

List Of Spectrobes In Spectrobes Origins

jfk miami ccs / fear factor

manhana A placid, a Thursday post thanksgiving, courtesy of my friend Ivan was invited to NY to spend cumpleanhos christmas anho again work, etc., in and more. Up at 3 am. to become the Rollet, embadunarse the emotions you put us even with creams worth rigueur, powdering our most privates and other aromatic herbs well to put us in the mood entrompar suitable and so the old "trail" ... rabbit fur is not as pure and indoctrinating bout me extranhado always father. Total ... conejo.Ya hair ready for the taxi and trembling in the amount that would require the driver, unknown to the editor here, I was with zipper bags, locks located, stored in envelopes passports, currency between Bartlebys, of course with a minimal desire not talk to anyone at the airport, but the low nicotine I became Miss Congeniality in Manquetilla, as I said when I was a princess servant-hara about 30 anhitos that.
"Seat # 17C", ie, steps behind first class. (NO I keep repeating: IF YOU TRAVEL FIRST CLASS ALWAYS NEED TO TRAVEL FIRST CLASS is a shit, but shit delight! It's like being able to sit fuck tailbone in a rugged male cum and keep doing it as if it were to 30 plates per day. Travel first is that kind of experience, that divine gift. And as one, as member of that circle Pequenho bonvivance, trust and always be spoiled by all. A demigod, superstar, pseudo diva (I love that description so pervasive and ineffective, by the way) that embedded in clothing sales, vintage my mother does not appreciate, and would like tinkling cornucopia cornucopia some never emptied my bowl, something 'to Realm of the Senses ... But back to my story.
Beside two rolls Bogota, 17C, window. Saco Pacemaker magazine to read an article about naming it looked fun and I hear: "Senhora Carrascosa light near the aircraft door or gate "and think" oh! I have not to leave the country or something happened or I sit in first iconho, I knew it!, divine justice, karma, my gift cumpleanhos a Senhal, and countless!
I must confess that I have been arrested but not booked igration optimal Ganesh and judge! and recently. While love of my gender, domino sort of martial arts but not brutal, but on two plates and when it ultimately a good pair of wafer starts, this cheeky is not cool the syrup. My cousin wanted me tittle of Cleopatra Jones long ago. At eleven anhos already knew what was the street fight and there it goes.
At the door of the plane notify me one of my suitcases "vibe" and need to know the contents in detail. Acted as a casual and evening soap opera star. Arching his eyebrows and roll up his eyes to heaven, "see, see, ah, movies, clothes, gifts, shoes, what else, that massssss?" I notice the good looks and customs broker or customs duty or air or as they name the charge. The gentleman tells me that since I travel alone I go down to the cargo area to show the dudes "contents." Perdere also notes that flight and I will rise in the next. Invoke death, I request a return to my bed with my new kitten and my dog \u200b\u200bCatalina Perri it is better to escape to see more Korean films in the killer and flying home to submit to be arrested by any compromising detail in the suitcase carelessly forgotten.
But another part of my thank-you admit, though little, resistance and confidence of Jackie Brown makes me down to the agent who placed me with extreme gallantry jacket wearing orange vest style over there, who knows why.
A couple of drug dogs pose jealously at my arrival. In a meson metal is my bag, my sausage that will not leave me and break my back. Four national guards behind the counter watching me and glancing at the dogs at the same time. The part of me that if I know turns at full speed, "such suitors? That will happen to my luggage?" And start to get bras, socks, shoes, movies and a guard says: "Here is vibrating senhora," where? " "Here, watch!". Play and play, and play an orange towel wrapped my dolphin that had been driven alone by heat or perhaps the desire to get to my beloved New York.
At first I was a little bit ashamed, but to see the guards laughing stalk of barking dogs and the result, I started to laugh and I too chilly to me I go where I like the cornucopia.
buenmozon agent tells me: "Do not worry, it's not the first time." I guess not, of course. I remove the batteries and santaspascuas. And as I returned to the waiting room door asks, "why so big and fins?", "Because it is almost a whale and I like" I say.

veronica's room
Finally I put on the next flight to Miami. I get there late, nervous about the strap down to find the suitcases, but you have to go through immigration before. Long lines. Latinos blasted. Inglês everywhere. An hour and a half later I turn comes, I have 15 minutes to run to the belt and look for the luggage. I play an Indian, which reviews and revises my European passport, I relax, but I note that I try to relax and contract. When finally asked, "everything okay? Namaste!" and says "no." Enter another immigration agent who takes my passport and the Hindu says, "a regular one." No Jackie Cleopatra or worth. Pal room. I break into tears and ask you as a baby to be back home, we know with whom. To my surprise a room full of 80% European, Haitian, 2%, 3% Colombian, Venezuelan 15%.
lot of camaraderie. Do not look as nervous as they should be. Meeting 3 Lexotanil 3mg and Cave of the drink. I get the pants, I remember that I got the belt, that pod! I had to use it for all these dead hours, who knows how long they spend here. A very nice Colombian tells me: "Calm down woman, just arrived, let's get to talk." I prefer to ask the Haitian to me that it's there. I was very nervous and he does not know who lives in Miami long. Barbancourt carrying a box of twelve bottles. Le I say that if we came out alive, I'll buy one. Laughs but does not accept the offer. More nervous, more companherismo, most Europeans meet a Hindu adorns the fourth quartet, the fucking room. I think of Gogol, the boy Jumpa Lahiri's novel. I have special fondness for the adjective fijate Hindu and Indian origin agent stopped me. The villain of life.
A Venezuelan woman who claimed to be a journalist, also said he spent 4 hours waiting. Seeking more Lexotanil, but I can not see me as a guinhapo to immigration agents. Then discard the idea and do not induce laxity.
"Miss Carrascosa, window 3, please." The agent says that everything is fine but I settle a debt of $ 125 with the school to prevent future invitations the room.

pa pain ointment
I put on another flight to JFK. I run a bar near my next gate and invited me to myself 5 bottles of Presidente beer and sits beside me to get me a surenho coincidentally ended up talking and talking about the president. I get bored with Senhor surenho that bears some resemblance to Clinton and he tells me has been to Cuba many times. I crossed the idea that I've had many conversations of this type and would be of Ulan Bator, for example.
I'm going to sit at the door and listen to music on my CD player. Gato Barbieri Change by Alejandro Sanz and who does not like things. The woman huge mosque next to me maybe because I sing very high and I change another two more empty seat beside me. And I, "not the same thing might be not the same be to stay, not stay the same as what mismoooooooooooooooooooooooque pararno know that there are people trying to confundirnossssssss but we have a heart that is not equal, sorry ... is maybe distintooooooooooooque merezcopero me my voice does not sell it door, and what they think of us ... we read lips, I'm not ventaaaaaaaaaaa "and I plant next to a version of Clive Owen to look recognizable Italian leagues. And damn! I will not be able to sing in peace?, but Clive Owen is stronger than me and I take off my headphones and asked if I'm singing too high. Zorron Iun, I am! He says, "that thing ascolta? salsa? Marc Anthony? "And I realize that could be the stuntman Jean Reno, but is much more handsome. And forget talk of Alejandro Sanz is my official bard, philosopher, semiological, Machazo, etc. But this hybrid of Clive Owen Reno left me with mouth abiertota.
not go into any details of the conversation, but if I tell you that praise the nature of my breasts and my face reminded her of an actress ... and decided to sit together on the plane. Courtesy of my buddy
Ivan, this time it was this very senhorita SEAT 7B, at first. But Sanz said: "This is not the side you want to be to be on one side or throw you aside ... live is the most dangerous thing is life "and I said" my kingdom for a love mijita.
Clive Reno, we will call now, call me, "Elena, Vieni to 27" and I run like a video of Julio Iglesias by pasilllo the plane to roost where I met my Clive Reno. The conversation! How many stories! We were leaving we stopped to talk or not to interrupt.
When the plane off the lights to sleep I said: "You tuck?" and say that if you please. Seconds later said: "voglio give you a basin of buona notte. "Yeah right, I said. And already there was a mezzo mile high club ...
awaits an Italian friend anhos hundred taxi driver with a Cadillac and deposited me at my friend." I have a PA to the pain ointment , remedies for all sorts of errors also recipes Pá disappointment. "

Which Has A Higher Rate Of Respiration

I WANT Juani

After two months or so, without going to a movie theater, I began to feel a rare sense of anguish and mediocrity myself. I'm used to DVD hawkers; smoking back and relax at our discretion is priceless, especially when you have to pay double for the luxury of the big screen. The truth is that kept between the eyes the desire to return to the theater as if he senses will roll with an old lover, with reservations, luxury and a couple of drinks, and concentrated to undertake the task. I hope also, to my surprise, the ideal time: a canceled class, an afternoon and a 3-hour window to get out for me.

Yo soy la Juani called the movie I went to see.

When revisiting an abandoned territory, but familiar, set a scene in full swing that is not replicated in reality. My indifference to the chambers, the hard skin of both misunderstanding and skepticism of rigor dogmatic creed mourned the rendezvous. In this case, and served as the prodigal daughter-incest worth the qualifier "twice: the film and director. I did not know that I was expected joys matrushkas repeated. Same again to play a familiar skin, again stirred at old fields and, finally, pressing rhythms that eventually missed rumble and entering my female fibers and so-slightly mourn me anything more, and certified as a thankless happy if I recognize that allì in this episode, I sucked the deepest bliss.

start from the beginning. Turned my popcorn stumbled along with the Nestea accommodated in a large plastic receptacle that does not flow like a tray, rather think in a bathtub for infants. How things have changed since I have not come to the cinema, I remember those huge drawers! I guess the disappointment for marching with such supernatural object is reflected in my clumsy and knocked to the massive box of detergent desperdigarìa half of popcorn three steps below. Disgusted by the picture, and my limited expertise, cathartic swore me off guard has credit available by Yo soy la Juani.
With technological research and ugly font, I presume you have a specific name but unknown because of my age and lack of interest, but similar to that of a cell phone that I lost some time. From there, fortunately, took the command Juani and off states to be early, loving, hardworking and family. For a few seconds to see beautiful sitting in the back of a supermarket and very friendly with customers, confesses while his dream of acting and working pirarse must arrive early because after having left the place with their colleagues and therefore does not carry anything right. Juani is to punch the card to the exit and are making the bra with one hand and mounting the microfalda with the other, not at all a figure of Kali keeps our angel from his night table.

and continue the presentation of the character, which is simply exceptional. It does not say his age, but we know very tender and most powerful bull Torres. Back off, presents Jonah, the quintessential macho guy and castizo from beginning to end. He tells us that love him and believe him, that he wants to die, and wanted one for men that age Babylonian and body to love.
On leaving the supermarket, swift, almost rubs Juani a poster that looks like a promotion, it says: "To me ... me la sua Calò, an appetizer of the English classic expression quarry for teaching purposes, and other images, which keeps the boil for ninety minutes. Juani when you love someone, "I want an egg, dammit!" Jonah wants to buy a big house "with a bed like a pool, pa` Tenel like a queen, hell! "Juani" sucks dick like the Tre months of went out with a guy, because otherwise you're a slut! " and who long to see Jonah says "it puts a bib VO's aunt this "or" wants you to look for covered pa `you eat it the fuck up, fuck, it looks so much?" or if someone insists much on something you have the option of: "what man, do not understand or let me explain to apples? ". Several frames are reminiscent of Penelope in Ham, Ham, but the verve of Veronica Echegui, Juanita, is daunting. Its raw beauty to match legitimate tenderness in the suburbs, make Echegui in a new wonder of the interpretation iberica. With a dozen historical name reputable pedigree to overcome, and Juani Echegui a ghost giant roar talent abysmal.

Bigas Luna has worked with clockwork precision to extraordinary figures of the theater and European and American cinema. Mary Barranco, Victoria Abril, Angela Molina, Stefanni Sandrelli, Anna Gallienus, Zelda Rubinstein and Isabel Pisano, among the most prominent actresses luniano arena. His pulse visionary exalted for a different interpretation from calisthenics to Hollywood and its environs, as is the case of Penelope, Maribel Verdu, Aitana Sanchez Gijon and Leonor Watling, but with stamina like Echegui, the future of the past, including Cross - does not look very clear.

Once again the male characters drag their fateful narrowness of soul, and I do not dare to mention the thought-through women and the rest "is learns the value of a comb. "
In a scene cars peak operated, tunner or pimped out, Bigas Luna and rescues an archetypal Examples chapter in the history of film and life: the two gangs that solve a wrong with a car duel (Grease, 1978). Bigas manipulates his way the episode: the two girls caused the lawsuit and, thus, puts the wheel and tie the boys in the hood to solve it. La Juani wins, Indeed, although not a victory guard.
I've been a fan of Bigas Luna was very young. Through the Ages of Lulu and I met Lou Reed and maybe there will trace the birth of my penchant for siding on trails wild. In Ages of Lulu was the first time I saw Javier Bardem in the screen had a tiny but powerful figure, many say the same with your membership: resultón often but: "a boy s & m rent like the fist fucking. Then I saw Bilbao, an incredible portrayal of a prostitute named cold and unfriendly city, and then Jamón, Jamón and Golden Balls confirm my allegiance to the aesthetics expert director oracular.
Yo soy la Juani is the pinnacle of their stylistic exercises from films such as Bilbao, Poodle, Ham, Ham, Eggs gold. Select the underworld of tunning riding with fashion suburban and hip hop castizo as tuners a typical story of coming of age with boy meets girl, sounds like something more elaborate impossible. The underworld of Juani exists and is almost identical across the globe. Do not stop to think for a second Gwen Stefani, Gwen is the Da Vinci and Raphael's most luxurious and sharp blingy hip hop.
Mid-Yo soy la Juani accumulated about six tears just cc. between laughter and respect. I found myself crying at the screen again and was identical to when wept as Nights of Cabiria, Bad Education, The Exterminating Angel, The Last Tango in Paris, Dreamers, Dr. Zhivago, Rodrigo D no future, A taste of honey , Six degrees of separation, Matador, Danzon, Deep Crimson, Sandy's wife, Unruly and Happy Endings.
For now conclude with the following: if a director and actor (Bigas and Echegui in this case) makes us go, get, mourn, laugh, and laugh down again because we believe that our heroine longs to be really very famous actress more that the aroma of your kid economic antiperspirant use, among many other things, this is the most genuine treatment for artist / director and spectator / fan-follower. Yo soy la Juani Bigas is the communion of the last possible stage of the English horterìa and, thus, the ascension to the eternity of the movie cinematographic reference as a part of all time in that niche, non plus ultra of delicious filth Bigas Luna. The place that Juanita and her friend Vanessa chosen as deserved reward for when they become rich and famous, Venice, as an American would do with Las Vegas, Atlantic City or Sunset Strip.
The soundtrack is flawless. Works like hall of mirrors of each issue emblematic of the vulgar slang: La Mala Rodriguez, the Ketchup and a host of English hip hop bands, along with the memorable tune bakalao, Barcelona is ... de puta madre! Echegui
work, I'm not tired of repeating, is an interpretative delicacy never before seen in European cinema. Well, let's say that Beatrice Dalle did in his time very similar and just as Echegui, poignant, though Juani is scary and gets it.
The director said at the first press conference that promoted Yo soy la Juani that the needs of children in the periphery, "the mother of invention and creativity that all they have ..." The producer of the film, with a gable tino between theory and merchandise, says the film is a document of the "glamor of the periphery."
left the theater as rabbit fur, Lisita and happy, in a post orgasmal limbo that is a delight.

Which Has A Higher Rate Of Respiration

I WANT Juani

After two months or so, without going to a movie theater, I began to feel a rare sense of anguish and mediocrity myself. I'm used to DVD hawkers; smoking back and relax at our discretion is priceless, especially when you have to pay double for the luxury of the big screen. The truth is that kept between the eyes the desire to return to the theater as if he senses will roll with an old lover, with reservations, luxury and a couple of drinks, and concentrated to undertake the task. I hope also, to my surprise, the ideal time: a canceled class, an afternoon and a 3-hour window to get out for me.

Yo soy la Juani called the movie I went to see.

When revisiting an abandoned territory, but familiar, set a scene in full swing that is not replicated in reality. My indifference to the chambers, the hard skin of both misunderstanding and skepticism of rigor dogmatic creed mourned the rendezvous. In this case, and served as the prodigal daughter-incest worth the qualifier "twice: the film and director. I did not know that I was expected joys matrushkas repeated. Same again to play a familiar skin, again stirred at old fields and, finally, pressing rhythms that eventually missed rumble and entering my female fibers and so-slightly mourn me anything more, and certified as a thankless happy if I recognize that allì in this episode, I sucked the deepest bliss.

start from the beginning. Turned my popcorn stumbled along with the Nestea accommodated in a large plastic receptacle that does not flow like a tray, rather think in a bathtub for infants. How things have changed since I have not come to the cinema, I remember those huge drawers! I guess the disappointment for marching with such supernatural object is reflected in my clumsy and knocked to the massive box of detergent desperdigarìa half of popcorn three steps below. Disgusted by the picture, and my limited expertise, cathartic swore me off guard has credit available by Yo soy la Juani.
With technological research and ugly font, I presume you have a specific name but unknown because of my age and lack of interest, but similar to that of a cell phone that I lost some time. From there, fortunately, took the command Juani and off states to be early, loving, hardworking and family. For a few seconds to see beautiful sitting in the back of a supermarket and very friendly with customers, confesses while his dream of acting and working pirarse must arrive early because after having left the place with their colleagues and therefore does not carry anything right. Juani is to punch the card to the exit and are making the bra with one hand and mounting the microfalda with the other, not at all a figure of Kali keeps our angel from his night table.

and continue the presentation of the character, which is simply exceptional. It does not say his age, but we know very tender and most powerful bull Torres. Back off, presents Jonah, the quintessential macho guy and castizo from beginning to end. He tells us that love him and believe him, that he wants to die, and wanted one for men that age Babylonian and body to love.
On leaving the supermarket, swift, almost rubs Juani a poster that looks like a promotion, it says: "To me ... me la sua Calò, an appetizer of the English classic expression quarry for teaching purposes, and other images, which keeps the boil for ninety minutes. Juani when you love someone, "I want an egg, dammit!" Jonah wants to buy a big house "with a bed like a pool, pa` Tenel like a queen, hell! "Juani" sucks dick like the Tre months of went out with a guy, because otherwise you're a slut! " and who long to see Jonah says "it puts a bib VO's aunt this "or" wants you to look for covered pa `you eat it the fuck up, fuck, it looks so much?" or if someone insists much on something you have the option of: "what man, do not understand or let me explain to apples? ". Several frames are reminiscent of Penelope in Ham, Ham, but the verve of Veronica Echegui, Juanita, is daunting. Its raw beauty to match legitimate tenderness in the suburbs, make Echegui in a new wonder of the interpretation iberica. With a dozen historical name reputable pedigree to overcome, and Juani Echegui a ghost giant roar talent abysmal.

Bigas Luna has worked with clockwork precision to extraordinary figures of the theater and European and American cinema. Mary Barranco, Victoria Abril, Angela Molina, Stefanni Sandrelli, Anna Gallienus, Zelda Rubinstein and Isabel Pisano, among the most prominent actresses luniano arena. His pulse visionary exalted for a different interpretation from calisthenics to Hollywood and its environs, as is the case of Penelope, Maribel Verdu, Aitana Sanchez Gijon and Leonor Watling, but with stamina like Echegui, the future of the past, including Cross - does not look very clear.

Once again the male characters drag their fateful narrowness of soul, and I do not dare to mention the thought-through women and the rest "is learns the value of a comb. "
In a scene cars peak operated, tunner or pimped out, Bigas Luna and rescues an archetypal Examples chapter in the history of film and life: the two gangs that solve a wrong with a car duel (Grease, 1978). Bigas manipulates his way the episode: the two girls caused the lawsuit and, thus, puts the wheel and tie the boys in the hood to solve it. La Juani wins, Indeed, although not a victory guard.
I've been a fan of Bigas Luna was very young. Through the Ages of Lulu and I met Lou Reed and maybe there will trace the birth of my penchant for siding on trails wild. In Ages of Lulu was the first time I saw Javier Bardem in the screen had a tiny but powerful figure, many say the same with your membership: resultón often but: "a boy s & m rent like the fist fucking. Then I saw Bilbao, an incredible portrayal of a prostitute named cold and unfriendly city, and then Jamón, Jamón and Golden Balls confirm my allegiance to the aesthetics expert director oracular.
Yo soy la Juani is the pinnacle of their stylistic exercises from films such as Bilbao, Poodle, Ham, Ham, Eggs gold. Select the underworld of tunning riding with fashion suburban and hip hop castizo as tuners a typical story of coming of age with boy meets girl, sounds like something more elaborate impossible. The underworld of Juani exists and is almost identical across the globe. Do not stop to think for a second Gwen Stefani, Gwen is the Da Vinci and Raphael's most luxurious and sharp blingy hip hop.
Mid-Yo soy la Juani accumulated about six tears just cc. between laughter and respect. I found myself crying at the screen again and was identical to when wept as Nights of Cabiria, Bad Education, The Exterminating Angel, The Last Tango in Paris, Dreamers, Dr. Zhivago, Rodrigo D no future, A taste of honey , Six degrees of separation, Matador, Danzon, Deep Crimson, Sandy's wife, Unruly and Happy Endings.
For now conclude with the following: if a director and actor (Bigas and Echegui in this case) makes us go, get, mourn, laugh, and laugh down again because we believe that our heroine longs to be really very famous actress more that the aroma of your kid economic antiperspirant use, among many other things, this is the most genuine treatment for artist / director and spectator / fan-follower. Yo soy la Juani Bigas is the communion of the last possible stage of the English horterìa and, thus, the ascension to the eternity of the movie cinematographic reference as a part of all time in that niche, non plus ultra of delicious filth Bigas Luna. The place that Juanita and her friend Vanessa chosen as deserved reward for when they become rich and famous, Venice, as an American would do with Las Vegas, Atlantic City or Sunset Strip.
The soundtrack is flawless. Works like hall of mirrors of each issue emblematic of the vulgar slang: La Mala Rodriguez, the Ketchup and a host of English hip hop bands, along with the memorable tune bakalao, Barcelona is ... de puta madre! Echegui
work, I'm not tired of repeating, is an interpretative delicacy never before seen in European cinema. Well, let's say that Beatrice Dalle did in his time very similar and just as Echegui, poignant, though Juani is scary and gets it.
The director said at the first press conference that promoted Yo soy la Juani that the needs of children in the periphery, "the mother of invention and creativity that all they have ..." The producer of the film, with a gable tino between theory and merchandise, says the film is a document of the "glamor of the periphery."
left the theater as rabbit fur, Lisita and happy, in a post orgasmal limbo that is a delight.