The Wedding

^director Wojciech Smarzowski
^screenplay Wojciech Smarzowski
^{director of photography} Andrzej Szulkowski
^music Ryszard Tymon Tymański
^with Marian Dziędziel, Tamara Arciuch, Iwona Bielska, Maciej Stuhr, Bartłomiej Topa, Paweł Wilczak
^{awards (selection)}   Eagle, Polish Film Award for Best Screenplay, Best Music, Best Actor (Marian Dziędziel), Best Supporting Actress (Iwona Bielska) and Audience Award, 2005
 Youth Jury Award at Locarno International Film Festival, 2004
 Special Mention at Cottbus Film Festival of Young East European Cinema, 2004
 East of West Award at Karlovy Vary International Film Festival, 2005
 Jury Special Prize, Best Actor (Marian Dziędziel), Award of the Chairman and Programme Council of the Polish National Television and Polish Filmmakers Association Prize for a creative presentation of reality at the 29th Polish Film Festival in Gdynia, 2004
 Golden Grenade at the Comedy Film Festival in Lubomierz, 2005
 Journalists Award and Commendation in the competition for Films with Best Screenplay – Summer of Films in Toruń, 2005
 Golden Duck – ‘Film’ magazine readers’ award for Ryszrd Tymon Tymański (Best Music Composer), 2005

WOJCIECH SMARZOWSKI, THE WEDDING [WESELE], ‘FILM & TV KAMERA’, 2003, NO. 3

Blending of comical and tragic elements is the characteristic feature of all my work so far (…). ‘The Wedding’ represents a form of my opinion about the things around me. There is something I disagree with and that’s why I made this film. The title is obliging, but I don’t want to talk about any references.

MAŁGORZATA SADOWSKA, UNSAVOURY HOTCHPOTCH [ZEPSUTY BIGOS], ‘PRZEKRÓJ’, 17 X 2004

Smarzowski’s film unmasks not only the family but also the hypocrisy of our social life (…). ‘The Wedding Party’ is not a piece of journalism but a dynamic, intense and densely-knit film – made with passion, not to say – with fury. Hence the decidedly one-sided picture of the world, hence the exaggerations and balancing on the edge of grotesque (…). The film is sure to arouse controversy. Yet, it is enough to open a newspaper or switch on the news to realise that we are indeed stuck in this unsavoury hotchpotch up to the ears.