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The Baltimorons: Love is One Dental Cavity Away
The Baltimorons is a fresh film, maybe the first improv based film that’s actually good, and it wields a startling emphasis on character conflict behind the public affairs of its loser leads.
Michel Abdulaziz is a reviewer and film journalist with interest in the intersection between film and culture and all the politics therein.
Film
The Baltimorons is a fresh film, maybe the first improv based film that’s actually good, and it wields a startling emphasis on character conflict behind the public affairs of its loser leads.
Film
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Film
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