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Luis Bunuel
Luis Bunuel

Luis Buñuel, born on February 22, 1900, and died on July 29, 1983, was a renowned filmmaker, screenwriter, and producer from Spain. His works are known for their unique style and innovative use of the film language, which have had a profound impact on world cinema. more

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