It's kind of an amusing short, at eight minutes or so. Mama comes into the poster-plastered bedroom calling for her son (actor and producer) but he doesn't seem to be around. However, the moment Mamacita is out the door, the boy, who appears to be of high school age, emerges from some hiding place, a closet or something, with Saraya Acosta, the most luscious, anthracite-haired, teen-aged girl whose presence has ever graced he screen. I immediately didn't like the kid, Valentine. I don't care if he was both the producer and the actor. He's having a lot more luck than I ever did in high school.
With happy smiles, the young couple peck kisses back and forth and then start smooching. Acosta turns out not only to be practically flawless in appearance but she's sexually aggressive too, and the dynamic duo start pulling off each other's clothing down to their skivvies. Acosta's youthful figure is unimpeachable, the epitome of pulchritude. By this time I hated that so-called producer and actor.
But before you can say, "Ay, Caramba!", there's a shout from outside the door from a determined Mama, and in a twinkling the clothes come back on, Valentine smooths back his hair, Acosta is suddenly deep into reading a book, and the door is flung open. Mama smiles and gives Valentine a huge smothering hug.
There's not much to it. It's short and sweet, and the chief memory it leaves is of Saraya Acosta in her underwear, but listen. I understand this comes to us from Venezuela and was made in 2007. I know that many Americans hated Hugo Chavez because he was a filthy socialist and did things like giving away free gas in America's ghettos. And he was ugly too. But if he can let some self-important punk like Diego Guerrero make a movie in which Saraya Acosta removes her hampering outer garments, well, then, Hugo Chavez couldn't have been ALL bad.
With happy smiles, the young couple peck kisses back and forth and then start smooching. Acosta turns out not only to be practically flawless in appearance but she's sexually aggressive too, and the dynamic duo start pulling off each other's clothing down to their skivvies. Acosta's youthful figure is unimpeachable, the epitome of pulchritude. By this time I hated that so-called producer and actor.
But before you can say, "Ay, Caramba!", there's a shout from outside the door from a determined Mama, and in a twinkling the clothes come back on, Valentine smooths back his hair, Acosta is suddenly deep into reading a book, and the door is flung open. Mama smiles and gives Valentine a huge smothering hug.
There's not much to it. It's short and sweet, and the chief memory it leaves is of Saraya Acosta in her underwear, but listen. I understand this comes to us from Venezuela and was made in 2007. I know that many Americans hated Hugo Chavez because he was a filthy socialist and did things like giving away free gas in America's ghettos. And he was ugly too. But if he can let some self-important punk like Diego Guerrero make a movie in which Saraya Acosta removes her hampering outer garments, well, then, Hugo Chavez couldn't have been ALL bad.