Dzien wielkiej przygody: A dusty trek through the mountains

Is it worth your time?

If you like movies that feel like a faded postcard from the 1930s, you might get a kick out of this. It’s definitely not for anyone who needs constant action or a clear, driving narrative. Honestly, if you aren't into slow-burn historical dramas, you’re probably going to be bored to tears within twenty minutes.

There’s something weirdly honest about how this film treats the mountains. It doesn’t try to be The Bonnie Brier Bush, which feels much more focused on its own little world. Here, the geography is the main character, and the people are just sort of wandering through it, looking serious.

Notes from the couch:

• Kazimierz Junosza-Stepowski has that classic, heavy screen presence that makes you stop scrolling on your phone for a second.
• The lighting in some of the mountain exterior shots is surprisingly moody for the era.
• There is a distinct lack of urgency that I actually found kind of refreshing, though it borders on glacial.
• Every time the camera lingers on a rock face, I wondered if they were just running out of ideas for the next scene.

It reminds me a bit of the vibe in Rivalen, where the stakes feel very tied to the physical space you’re standing in. But it’s much less polished. It feels like someone just turned the camera on and let the mountains do the work.

There's a specific moment—I won't say where—where a character stares into the distance for so long it feels like the reel might have gotten stuck. It wasn't profound. It was just very long. And yet, I didn't look away. Maybe that's the point? Or maybe I just zoned out.

It’s not a masterpiece. It’s not even particularly tight. But it captures a specific, windswept kind of isolation that you don't really see in newer stuff. You can almost smell the damp wool and pine needles through the screen. 🏔️

Don't expect a polished gem. Just expect a long walk with some people in old coats. Sometimes that's enough.