1913: Irisz (Juli Jakab) arrives in Budapest with dreams of working as a milliner at her late parents' legendary hat making shop. However, it soon transpires that she has a different motive - investigating the disappearance of her brother who worked at the store. So begins a journey deep into the dark underbelly of Hungary's turbulent society on the eve of the First World War.
Forget a coherent plot here: the film is maddeningly opaque and baffling. The characters, especially the heroine, seem to be in a kind of trance throughout and do not behave as humans usually do. The dialogue is risible. There are pretensions to a 'great work of art' by alluding to the events at the demise of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but it plays more like a bad dream, and, as everyone knows, there is nothing more boring than having to listen to somebody telling one at great length about a dream they had.