'Once Upon A Studio' (2023)
A short hybrid film featuring everyone's favorite Disney characters.
Dad
The mother leaves the house. The career of his father, a famous boxer, is collapsing. The son helps his father overcome despair and return to sports.
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The mother leaves the house. The career of his father, a famous boxer, is collapsing. The son helps his father overcome despair and return to sports.
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Genre:Drama
Written By:Anatoli Usov
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Runtime:30 minutes
Studio:Mosfilm
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