sappy-leaning dramedy limited series that romanticises Budapest to Western Metropolis levels of sparkle and plays like 80–95% of the tropes straight.
every episode we switch PoV character or even most of the cast in a manner that suggests a beautiful unseen friend-of-friend interconnectedness.
recently post-breakup young woman storms crying through Nyugati aluljáró in close up de nem baj hogy hajnal 2 van, because in her current mood bármilyen rablógyilkost elintézne
establishing shots of old men playing chess in Városliget
the PoV character notices his love interest for the first time on a Tatra tram through the windows of another Tatra tram. trams continue in opposing directions.
the PoV character being very out of shape on the Margitsziget futókör
the PoV character wakes up to birds chirping at the last stop of the éjszakai busz valahol kinn a cinkotai rákosborzasztón
asshole salaryman fuming that his sports car got towed because the way he parked it blocked the trolibusz
very elaborate handshake between Adidas tréningöltönyös dudebros a lakótelepen miközben megy az Azariah a háttérben valami dobozból amire ráhekkeltek egy Bluetooth vevőt
first time on an illegal techno rave in some pesti pincerendszer
the PoV character fáradtan vár a buszra Kelenföldön szürkületkor while the commie blocks of Őrmező stand in the background like monoliths
the PoV character on the szentendrei HÉV is on the phone with her mum and is Really Fed Up and the clickety-clackety electric kontaktorok of the train keep switching into higher gears as she gets more frustrated talking
a bougie character has to get some very inadvertent MacGuffin from the Józsefváros marketplace. she's never been to the Józsefváros marketplace. she doesn't know anyone who'd been to the Józsefváros marketplace.
két turista poénból uborkakarikát akar tenni a szemükre a Rudasban or something like that és mindenki kinézi őket
there's a hella sassy consummate professional trans woman tram driver on line 2. actually not just line 2, for some reason she's seemingly on every line. this is never explained.
for some half-shoehorned reason, Mucsi Zoltán
Roma srác saját zenekart alapít
három nyakredős Fradi ultra elérzékenyül on something completely unexpected
jóképű hunk realizes he's about to fumble the girl and catches her before she boards the train at Keleti
tanácstalan srácot kioszt az öregnéni a gangon, hogy „Ha néha kimásznál az eszed tokjából…”
two women hug, foreheads touching, then kiss on the pedestrian overpass of Müpa – Nemzeti Színház HÉV megálló while the Lágymányosi bridge is being lit up and the streetlights of Műegyetem rakpart twinkle and the afterglow colors behind the Buda hills look Very Lesbian and Zóra belts some lyrics like „A fényed éget / Nem tudom, hogy hol vagyok” to the most pent-up post-rock imaginable and
dededos
turnnoffyourmind
stormborns
blakekathryn
