Ryszard Rembiszewski

A savage parody of the Polish film industry, where a self-appointed director and his hapless sidekick, joined by a bumbling businessman, attempt to make a blockbuster without a script, driven only by egos and the promise of cash. Their shoot devolves into a farce of unpaid castings, half-naked auditions, and Tarantino-inspired delusions, ensuring disaster from the first clapperboard.

At their beloved grandfather’s funeral wake, the family learns his lifelong lottery numbers just won, but the winning ticket lies in his jacket buried three meters underground. Racing against time and grief, they and his friends desperately try to exhume him one last time to reclaim the fortune.