A 19th century road movie with "bejgli", a diligence, love, betrayal, and an informant network masked as a funeral service. Amadé Swappach, Kossuth's army major and her freshly eloped lover...
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Young soldier sides with a troupe of travelling actors in a fist fight that erupted while they are performing a play, he is forced to flee and the troupe decides to take him in and start their journey to Budapest.
As America prepares to enter WW2, Hungarian film director Michael Curtiz grapples with political intervention and a dysfunctional relationship with his estranged daughter amid the troubled production of Casablanca in 1942.
33-years old Tamás Merthner is heartbroken, after his girlfriend Anna, who is on a scholarship in Paris, breaks up with him. While wallowing in self-pity, Tamás takes a trip down memory ... See full summary »
Eight women and one man ... The artist at the end of his forties is going through the deepest private and existential crisis of his life. His world built with much care and lots of energy ... See full synopsis »
A 19th century road movie with "bejgli", a diligence, love, betrayal, and an informant network masked as a funeral service. Amadé Swappach, Kossuth's army major and her freshly eloped lover Estella set out on a journey with a chest full of "bejgli", a charioteer and a meddling countess to Debrecen to investigate a suspected capital treason. The strange quartet make haste to arrive at their destination on an arbitrarily sequestrated diligence. Unbeknownst to them, they are scoured after by a hearse, with half a day's lagging. Besides Swappach's father - head of the imperial espionage organization, impelled by vengeance - and Estella's sire - the pastry cook Demeter Vödricz, driven by care - another spy, Dalfalvi, is on board the "Pompes Funébres". On occasion the two chariots miss each other by mere hours, their passengers even spending the night in the same town - only in two different inns. The one thing both parties have in common, nevertheless, is that their journeys lead them ...Written by