When Katalin's husband finds out that Orbán is not his biological son, he kicks her and her son out of the house. Left to her own devices, she sets off with her son to her hometown - where she was raped eleven years ago by two men, one of whom is Orbán's biological father. But she wants revenge on both of them. She soon meets the first, seduces him, confronts him with her suffering and kills him. The second, Antal, is also quickly found - but of a completely different kind than she had imagined: Not a macho monster, but an amiable man in whom Orbán quickly gains his trust ...
Peter Strickland's feature film debut celebrated its world premiere as part of the Berlinale competition, where it became a medium-sized sensation - something so peculiar, such an exaggerated mixture of modesty and violence had not been seen for a long time. What's more, Strickland had shot the film in a language he barely spoke, with his own money left over from an inheritance - who does that in these days of bureaucratized film production? Here someone wants something, here someone can do something. A star is born.
