Anna Prucnal - Television

Television

  • 1968 : Przekladaniec, by Andrzej Wajda
  • 1968 : Wege übers Land, by Martin Eckermann
  • 1974 : The Festival with Spitz, by Edouard Luntz
  • 1974 : A Young Man Alone, by Jean Mailland
  • 1976 : Nick Verlaine or How to steal the Tower Eiffel, by Claude Boissol
  • 1979 : Quincailler of Meaux, by Pierre Lary
  • 1981 : War in neutral country, by Philippe Lefèbvre
  • 1982 : Anna Prucnal, dream of west-dream of east, by Jean Mailland
  • 1982 : The Ogre of cruelty, Pierre Matteuzzi
  • 1986 : The Laughter of Caïn, Marcel Moussy
  • 1988 : Toâ realized, by Yves-André Hubert
  • 1988 : A madness, by Alain Dhenault
  • 1989 : Anna Prucnal, until new order, by Jean Mailland
  • 1990 : Silesia, letter with two votes, by Jean Mailland

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