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Nitrate Flames 

French actress Maria Falconetti (1892-1946) traveled a winding road from her glory days in luminous Paris, in the 1920s, to her last days in Buenos Aires, in the late 1940s. In her strange journey through life, she found a very special character, the center of a tragic story and the obsession of a peculiar filmmaker: a unique opportunity, a sublime performance, so remarkable that nothing would ever be the same for her again…
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French actress Maria Falconetti (1892-1946) traveled a winding road from her glory days in luminous Paris, in the 1920s, to her last days in Buenos Aires, in the late 1940s. In her strange journey through life, she found a very special character, the center of a tragic story and the obsession of a peculiar filmmaker: a unique opportunity, a sublime performance, so remarkable that nothing would ever be the same for her again…

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Genre:Documentary
Directed By:Mirko Stopar
Written By:Mirko Stopar
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Runtime:63 minutes
Studio:Fenris Film, Ferryman Film, Habitación 1520 Producciones

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