Filip Bojarski

It's a blistering hot summer. Maciej Kornet is traveling around Poland with his 17-year-old daughter, Wiktoria. It's been only the two of them for years, always together. The route they take is determined by where tennis competitions are being held. She is the apple of his eye, while he's her entire whole world. At least until they're joined by Igor, a promising player who starts training with Maciej. As a result, Wiktoria opens herself up to new experiences.

It’s the last day of school, but Ewa, a 40-year old teacher, has no plans for the summer holidays.

A collection of portraits presenting characters who try to face their own numbness in internal conversations.

After the fall of communism in 1989, colour TVs are no longer a luxury good in Poland. The screens in many Polish homes are beginning to look more like the reality outside the window. But is reality truly colourful?

A short, experimental film by Filip Bojarski juxtaposes a picture of a fish being caught with a poem by Tadeusz Różewicz. Time for me read by Franciszek Pieczka. The film touches on the subject of consciousness and existential fear.

In the attic of my family home, I found the autobiography of my legal-law Waclaw. Waclaw described a secret underground organization that he founded in Lódz during WWII. No one in the family knows about his mysterious life, his memories conflict with his image emerging from the pages of the book. So I am preparing a monodrama to introduce the unbelievable past of Waclaw's to the family. Unfortunately, everything is complicated by my poor memory and chronic diarrhea.