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Mel Brooks
Mel Brooks

Mel Brooks, born on June 28, 1926, is an accomplished American film director, screenwriter, and comedic actor. Known for his humor, satire, and wit, his works include classics such as 'The Producers', 'Annie Hall', and 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail'. more

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