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Return to Seoul (2023)

After an impulsive travel decision to visit friends, Freddie, 25, returns to South Korea for the first time, where she was born before being adopted and raised in France. Freddie suddenly finds herself embarking on an unexpected journey in a country she knows so little about, taking her life in new and unexpected directions.
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After an impulsive travel decision to visit friends, Freddie, 25, returns to South Korea for the first time, where she was born before being adopted and raised in France. Freddie suddenly finds herself embarking on an unexpected journey in a country she knows so little about, taking her life in new and unexpected directions.

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Davy Chou
Written By:Davy Chou
In Theaters:2/17/2023
Box Office:$1,594,998
Runtime:119 minutes
Studio:Aurora Films, Vandertastic Films, Frakas Productions, Visual Walkabout, MereCinema, Anti-Archive, VOO, BeTV

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