Imagine a twenty-three-year-old young man in the semi-darkness of a rented room, face to face with his own reflection in the mirror, smoothing his moustache, adjusting his top hat and drawing the contours of a figure in an impeccable black tailcoat. He has no budget, no production studio, and no guarantee of where the idea will take him. He just has a creative mind full of read legends about […]
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