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Nenette and Boni (1997)

Teenage siblings Nenette and Boni were raised apart as a result of their parents' divorce. Their mother, who doted on her son Boni, has died. He works for an interesting couple as a pizza baker, and is surprised and enraged when his younger sister, having run away from boarding school, suddenly turns up. There's a problem that they must confront.
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Teenage siblings Nenette and Boni were raised apart as a result of their parents' divorce. Their mother, who doted on her son Boni, has died. He works for an interesting couple as a pizza baker, and is surprised and enraged when his younger sister, having run away from boarding school, suddenly turns up. There's a problem that they must confront.

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Claire Denis
Written By:Claire Denis, Jean-Pol Fargeau
In Theaters:9/19/1997
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Runtime:99 minutes
Studio:Dacia Films, La Sept Cinéma

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