Merry-Go-Round ★★★½

Was 50% into the central romance—as great as Törőcsik's instant star-making turn is, Imre Soós is an absolute bore, unable to keep pace with her at any point—but there is a lot more to *clears throat* go around here, with Fábri drawing an organic framework that makes a natural connection between capitalist and patriarchal oppression, turning his simple love story into an anarcha-feminist tale of self-actualization. Kind of. He tends to waver on whose perspective to prioritize, and does end up undercutting Mari's final moments of courage to instead find solutions reliant on supportive men, pathetic as they may be.