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Breakout Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn (THE PUSHER Trilogy, BRONSON, VALHALLA RISING) throttles into the Hollywood fast lane with the precision-crafted action caper DRIVE.
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Last month Philadelphia Film Society Members were able to attend a special advanced preview screening of Drive, the newest film from acclaimed Scandinavian director, Nicolas Winding Refn.
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