In Pomáz a camera goes from one person to the next, recording things which we would rather keep a secret.
«Hold on, I’ll give you a hand… I guess it’s in now… But tell me if it’s too fast for you.»«Oh, not at all. We live in a rushing world anyway…»
«Don’t you think that you’ll get away with this. I’m gonna get you. First that jerk Mickey with the dyed hair. I’m gonna break his neck, I swear, I’m gonna bite through his throat… Drink his blood… Go to hell… I’d rather be clapped in jail… I won’t go soft on you baby either… There’ll be a bloodbath here, I promise you that…»
«And my husband marry in China. Four year ago. My husband problem with his thingy, don’t work, I can do nothing. I go to my brother. He is ill, can’t never sleep, day and night. Has lot of sex video, he watch those at night. I ask one. Then my husband can do it. But neighbours tell police. We end up jail...»
«You like it? I don’t either. Why did you do it? Who told you to record this? Tell me his name.»«No one.»«Now, you’re in deep shit. C’mon. Who told you to do it?»«Where’s my car?»«There’s no car, only problems.»
(excerpts from the film)