Days spent at your parents’ home are not always the easiest. Director Małgorzata Goździk knows what she is talking about, because today her loving relationship with her father is mainly documented in childhood recordings. Nowadays, Mirosław has mutated into a grumpy man who spends his time reading the news and answering quiz questions. In the course of “Dance with Me, Dad” it becomes clear that his dismissive behaviour hides a substantial depression. And that father and daughter may have more in common in terms of mental health than first assumed. In her film, Małgorzata Goździk ventures a bold intervention that exposes long-simmering painful issues. Could this radically honest exchange at the round family table mark a new beginning?

Everything goes downhill. For whom? Marian Cholerek leaves that to the audience. After all, there was no way he could tell his story about a joint action of alleged oppositional forces in 1979 unequivocally. His years of work on animated series for children and his penchant for erotically charged humour, however, are unmistakeable. A cheerfully subversive children’s film for adults.

Tunnel vision, dark circles under the eyes and breathlessness – a warm bath will help against the traces of an exhausting night out. If it wasn’t for the small rubber duck, who starts to interrogate you in your hallucinating fatigue. Your crumbled memories return one by one, spiked with accusations. The conversation slips away towards an overwrought, darkly poetic lament about the filth of the night you passed.
Maria Dakszewicz not only invents highly original and apt linguistic images in which “drops of sweat are floating like kebab grease” on the bathwater. Her watercolour-spotted drawings with their rough black lines also bring the taste, smell and seediness of the food stalls you frequented on the way home into the supposedly cleansing domestic hygiene idyll. A darkly humorous hangover where you have to share the bathtub with yourself.