Meal Tickets (2017)
We’ve all been to a concert that just felt … sad.
Meal Tickets distils that feeling into an uncomfortable 93-minute documentary.
We’ve all been to a concert that just felt … sad.
Meal Tickets distils that feeling into an uncomfortable 93-minute documentary.
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