All That I Love

  • November 20, 2016 / 18:00
  • November 26, 2016 / 19:00

Director: Jacek Borcuch
Cast: Mateusz Kosciukiewicz, Olga Frycz, Jakub Gierszal
Music: Daniel Bloom
Poland, 2009, 95’, color

Polish with Turkish subtitles

This story of youth, romance, passion and protest is also a coming-of-age drama, set in Poland of the 1980s - a period of political turmoil, involving the communist system, the Solidarity movement for change, and martial law. Against this background four music-loving boys decide to set up a punk band, enthusiastically naming it ATIL (All That I Love), not realizing that it will bring many things they don't love into their lives - including censorship, corruption, problems with their family and the state...

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Trailer

All That I Love

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