Hearts Beat Loud (2018)
Hearts Beat Loud, a colourful indie pop film, finds it most joyous moments in its father and daughter jamming together.
Hearts Beat Loud, a colourful indie pop film, finds it most joyous moments in its father and daughter jamming together.
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