What happens below, stays below.
It’s a war for Budapest Metro ticket inspectors trying to enforce “there’s no such thing as a free ride,” while being bedeviled by cheap-ass commuters.
Adding to the tension, there seems to be a hooded figure offing people, shoving them in front of oncoming trains, passing the deaths off as accidents.
Or is that last part just a waking nightmare for our hero, Bulcsú, who sleeps on train platforms between shifts and hasn’t gone back up to the surface world since being hired?
A mix of dark chuckles and real danger, Kontroll is a dazzler.
