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For a decade, the scripts had grown thin. They called for "The Concerned Mother" or "The Elegant Grandmother," roles that required her to stand in the background of someone else’s mid-life crisis. But today was different. Elena wasn't here to audition for a supporting part; she was here as the lead of her own production. "That’s the whole movie