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Vanya on 42nd Street (1994)

An uninterrupted rehearsal of Chekhov's 'Uncle Vanya' plays out by a company of actors. The setting: their run-down theater with an unusable stage and crumbling ceiling. The play is shown act by act with the briefest of breaks to move props or for refreshments. The lack of costumes, real props and scenery is soon forgotten.
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An uninterrupted rehearsal of Chekhov's 'Uncle Vanya' plays out by a company of actors. The setting: their run-down theater with an unusable stage and crumbling ceiling. The play is shown act by act with the briefest of breaks to move props or for refreshments. The lack of costumes, real props and scenery is soon forgotten.

Rating:PG
Genre:Drama
Directed By:Louis Malle
Written By:David Mamet, Andre Gregory
In Theaters:10/19/1994
Box Office:$1,746,050
Runtime:120 minutes
Studio:Mayfair Entertainment International, The Vanya Company, Sony Pictures Classics, Film4 Productions

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