Giordano, an angel assigned to an orphan in Krakow, is two years into the job when his celestial overseers, citing budget cuts, initiate "Phase Two" without telling him. Some changes are good - they send him a nanny, the enterprising Irena; some are bad - his phone number to Heaven no longer works nor do his special powers; and some dismay him - he grows a penis. His closest friend tells him to get a woman, and Irena advises him on hygiene. He visits a therapist, Roma, and falls in love with her. She tells him its transference. Meanwhile, Giordano's celestial friends conspire to rid Roma of her boyfriend, clearing the way for Giordano to be his naive and engaging self.
Artur Więcek
Director
Krzysztof Globisz
Giordano
Anna Radwan
psychoterapeutka Roma
Jerzy Trela
kloszard "Szajbusek"
Janusz Gajos
"Lupin", kloszard warszawski
Mieczysław Grąbka
węglarz w Bieszczadach
Marta Bizoń
Irenka Rajska
Kamil Bera
Karol
Bartłomiej Świderski
Paweł, partner Romy
Dorota Segda
Karioka
Tomasz Schimscheiner
anioł Lubega
Andrzej Kozak
archanioł Rafael
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