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“There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it. — Great Expectations (1998) directed by Alfonso Cuarón”

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Mitch Glazer
Mitch Glazer

Mitch Glazer, born in 1953, is a renowned film producer known for his deep understanding of cinematic art and unique production style. He has been involved in the production of many successful film projects. more

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