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Anyone Want A Free Copy Of The Master in Blu?

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8 Responses to “Anyone Want A Free Copy Of The Master in Blu?”

  1. John says:

    sure…

  2. Stephen says:

    Ya..

  3. Banksy says:

    Yes, please.

  4. Ray Pride says:

    Click through the link to enter.

  5. Lex says:

    Who the hell has a Blu-ray machine?

    You guys must be millionaires or something, I still use VHS and a 1999 DVD player with a 1998 SD TV.

  6. Denise Perry says:

    You can deliver it in April. :-)

  7. Rashad says:

    Lex, blu ray players are cheap now, or if you enjoy video games too, get a PS3. Plus if you love sports, and movies, HD is a must.

  8. berg says:

    everyone should have a big screen HD television with state of the art 3D – 1080 please … if you don’t, get one …. yeah I have an 8mm projector, a 16mm projector (mid-50s model that’s in mint condition for some reason); 2 VHS players (one of which is SVHS), a Sony camcorder and of course blu-ray, don’t get me started on the audio line-up (LPs natch) …. regarding the Master blu … it has as an extra, the John Huston (banned) documentary Let There Be Light about WWII soldiers with *syndrome … there’s also an 8 minute behind the scenes short that has among other clips a shot of the principal and supporting actors, all in an elevator, and someone farts and they slowly one by one lose it (in a good way)

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