By MCN Editor editor@moviecitynews.com

J. Edgar: Enter for a chance to win!

 
 

The Rules Contest Rules: Drawing December 20, 2011 from entries received no
later 5:00 p.m. on December 18, 2011. You may enter once per day. One prize
per person.

26 Responses to “J. Edgar: Enter for a chance to win!”

  1. Shelly Rinehart says:

    I’m a Fan !

  2. Bob Edland says:

    Can’t wait to see this movie.

  3. Bob Mennell says:

    So?

  4. Shelly Rinehart says:

    really a cool prize

  5. Judy G says:

    THis will be such a great movie.

  6. Donna L says:

    Love to win this. Great Prize!

  7. Shelly Rinehart says:

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  8. Shelly Rinehart says:

    Cant wait to see the movie!

  9. Shelly Rinehart says:

    Would lov to win this !

  10. Shelly Rinehart says:

    Great Prize, thanks for the contest

  11. Shelly Rinehart says:

    Cant wait to see the movie

  12. Donna L says:

    Love to win. Thanks for the chance!

  13. Donna L says:

    This movie sound good. I’m looking froward to seeing it.

  14. Sheila K. says:

    Great giveaway—thanks for the opportunity to win!

  15. Sheila K. says:

    I can’t wait to see this movie!!

  16. Donna L says:

    Thanks for the chance to win this prize.

  17. Shelly Rinehart says:

    great prize !

  18. Sheila K. says:

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  19. Shelly Rinehart says:

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  20. Shelly Rinehart says:

    Great Prize, thanks for the contest!

  21. Shelly Rinehart says:

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  22. Shelly Rinehart says:

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  23. Shelly Rinehart says:

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  24. Shelly Rinehart says:

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  25. Shelly Rinehart says:

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