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Madregilda 

Madrid, Spain. On Monday, December 22, 1947, Charles Vidor's Gilda, starring Rita Hayworth and Glenn Ford, premieres. That same week, as every first Friday of the month, Hauma organizes a peculiar card game in an old tavern.
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Madrid, Spain. On Monday, December 22, 1947, Charles Vidor's Gilda, starring Rita Hayworth and Glenn Ford, premieres. That same week, as every first Friday of the month, Hauma organizes a peculiar card game in an old tavern.

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Francisco Regueiro
Written By:Francisco Regueiro, Ángel Fernández Santos
In Theaters:
Box Office:$779,064
Runtime:114 minutes
Studio:Tornasol Media, Marea Films, ZDF, Canal+ España, Eurimages Council of Europe, CNC, TVE, Gemini Films, Road Movies

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