NEVER GONNA SNOW AGAIN

ŚNIEGU JUŻ NIGDY NIE BĘDZIE

By Małgorzata SZUMOWSKA, Michał ENGLERT

SODA FILMS - as FEST

Drama - Completed 2020

A masseur from the East enters the lives of
the rich residents of a bland, walled off
community. Despite their wealth, the
residents emit an inner sadness, a longing.
The mysterious newcomer’s hands heal,
his eyes seem to penetrate their souls. To
them, his Russian accent sounds like a
song from the

Festivals
& Awards

Venice - Biennale 2020
Official Competition
Telluride FF 2020
    • Year of production
    • 2020
    • Genres
    • Drama
    • Countries
    • POLAND, GERMANY
    • Languages
    • POLISH, RUSSIAN, FRENCH, VIETNAMESE
    • Duration
    • 113 mn
    • Director(s)
    • Małgorzata SZUMOWSKA, Michał ENGLERT
    • Writer(s)
    • Małgorzata SZUMOWSKA, Michał ENGLERT
    • Producer(s)
    • Agnieszka WASIAK (LAVA FILMS SP. Z O. O.), Mariusz I WŁODARSK (LAVA FILMS SP. Z O. O.), Viola FÜGEN (MATCH FACTORY PRODUCTIONS), Michael WEBER (MATCH FACTORY PRODUCTIONS), Małgorzata SZUMOWSKA, Michał ENGLERT
    • Synopsis
    • One grey, foggy morning in a large, Eastern European city, a mysterious person appears – a man carrying a bed. The visitor uses magical, hypnotic techniques to get a residence permit and starts working as a masseur in a suburban housing estate. The bland, gated community, built for the rich in the middle of what used to be a cabbage field, is walled off from the 'worse' world around it.
      Somewhere in the distance loom the skyscrapers and cranes of a city aspiring to become an international hub, the East constantly in pursuit of the West. The identical houses are inhabited by an array of well-to-do representatives of the upper class to which we all constantly aspire. They seem to feel an inner sadness, a longing. Perhaps it is for the winter, which is no longer present in this eastern country. Unlike them, their children don't build snowmen anymore. But maybe their emptiness runs deeper? The masseur, an attractive man from the authentic, exotic East enters their lives. He has a gift. His hands heal, his eyes penetrate the souls of the lonely women. To them, his Russian accent sounds like the song of the past, a peaceful melody of their childhood, when the world was a safer place. Zhenia, for this is his name, changes their lives.