Danny's Film Review

IDanny’s Film Review

Hermosa is a film on the fantasy some people have on the world of spies. It’s starts off wonderfully with beautiful women crazy about a super spy from Spain code named Senor Swanky. Miriam Colon (who was honored by President Obama at The Kennedy Center along with George Lucas and others) is great in her role as director of Spain’s version of The CIA.   She orders Swanky to steal plans for a new kind of super computer. He gets caught and is beaten badly by the CIA, NSA and other intelligence agencies. He spends years in a super maximum federal prison where the inmates beat him too. Long film short, the fantasy of spying is bitch slapped by Harsh Reality. There are gruesome scenes of torture that would give Spy Kids nightmares and years of therapy. 

Just when I was about to scream for my money back, the film delivers a knock out twist ending that is sure to stun the audience as David Bowie sings This Is Not America into the fabric of this truly Avant Garde masterpiece. I really want to tell you everything but I can’t (which is a line from the movie actually)

I predict Hermosa will win a Golden Globe and an Oscar in the end.

Go see it with German Chancellor what’s – her- name.

She will thank you with schnapps before Q & A begins.

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Imagine outer space vampire that eats Ozone Layers or else it becomes zombie.

Imagine it falls to Earth and falls in love with beautiful geisha girl

Zombie is turning Japanese zombie really, really thinks so

Earth becomes life support for female zombie hungers for

Zombie later appears at Oscars to accept Academy Award.

Zombie later becomes busy producer in City of Angels.

Zombie America becomes big hit reality TV show.

Zombie becomes zombie of great wealth & taste

Then Japanese girl nagged for quality time.

Zombie ate her.

Like zombie eating Chinese, zombie hungry again hour later.

Zombie dances to I Can’t Get No Satisfaction sung by Devo

Zombie now takes nap and maybe dream of getting real life.

DO NOT DISTURB ZOMBIE ON FACE BOOK!!!

Zombie will bury zombies to rest from zombies!

Season Of The Witch sung by The Zombies

North Korea likes this

Zombies LOL

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Are you spying on me? OMG. What a creep you are

I have a dream of children having a dream in The City That Never Sleeps.

 

Anyone who isn’t a sane American, DROP YOUR GUNS!!!

 

This art law is the fastest draw in The West.

 

I reckon y’all under my jurisdiction now

 

Poetic Justice at last

 

Thank God

 

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Places Everyone!!!

I have a dream of children having a dream in The City That Never Sleeps.

 

Anyone who isn’t a sane American, DROP YOUR GUNS!!!

 

This art law is the fastest draw in The West.

 

I reckon y’all under my jurisdiction now

 

Poetic Justice at last

 

Thank God

 

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And ACTION!!!!

 

Happy New Year to the beautiful spirits gracing my Face Book!!!

 

To use a song by REM, it’s the end of the world, as we know it

 

And I feel fine

 

LOL

 

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Welcome to The Village south of the Bronx border.

 

The new landlords, members of The Hasidim, after much banging on our door finally broke me when they offered a first floor renovated apartment on the other side of the building where they had succeeded on concentrating a majority of long time tenants in The South Bronx of America. The rest of the building was for homeless families.

 

Poor and unemployed people were taken out of shelters thanks to the kindness of taxpayers paying $2,800 monthly per family unit.  The windows lit with Christmas lights became brighter as the courtyard became alive with the laugher of African-American and Hispanic children playing in the snowstorm.

 

New York City, you are awesome.

 

As I type, I got you under my skin, Old Eyes Blue sings from my Win98 Media Player

 

Hasidim shook hands after promising me a lease, a new stove and new refrigerator.

 

After I was given the keys to the mailbox of the apartment, it was off to the post office for a change of address. Finally we can get regular mail service instead of waiting for the female Puerto Rican letter carrier with the dragon tattoos on her legs.

 

A short heavyset Mexican woman in the building politely asked me if I had moved into the apartment yet. Not until they deliver the lease, the stove and fridge, I said with the upbeat smile of a hopeless romantic like Paul Newman in Fort Apache, The Bronx.

 

One day, I went to get my mail and was confused when the key wouldn’t go into the lock. I went upstairs to the apartment and knocked on the door. The Mexican woman said the apartment was now theirs. The Mexicans got the lease and the stove and the refrigerator.

 

Do you have my mail?

 

She closed the door.

 

Old Blue Eyes is now singing South of The Border at random from my Frankie Files.

 

The next time The Hasidim knocked on the door, they saw me dressed like them. (I couldn’t find a yarmulke so I wore a black baseball hat backwards.)

 

What came out of my mouth was sound and fury signifying Oscar Night.

 

Life sucks wonderfully.

 

And now The End is near, croons The Chairman of The Bronx

 

Love you madly, Planet Earth.

 

Bye.