Americans have always been excellent at making romantic comedies - but dramatically, we don't really try to do it. — James Gray
Americans have always been excellent at making romantic comedies - but dramatically, we don't really try to do it. — James Gray
Americans have always been excellent at making romantic comedies - but dramatically, we don't really try to do it. — James Gray
Americans have always been excellent at making romantic comedies - but dramatically, we don't really try to do it. — James Gray
Americans have always been excellent at making romantic comedies - but dramatically, we don't really try to do it. — James Gray
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Americans have always been excellent at making romantic comedies - but dramatically, we don't really try to do it.

— James Gray
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