An accident of timing (and the lack of any quality competition) made this spirited but elusive Hungarian import a minor art house hit; certainly nothing in the film itself could justify the acclaim it received. The story criss-crosses the globe with an almost cheerful disregard for logic and consistency, jumping from New Jersey to Burma to Budapest to New York, Hamburg, Siberia and beyond, without ever settling on a common focus. Ostensibly, it traces the parallel lives of twin sisters born at the same time as Edison's incandescent light bulb; one grows up to be a fortune hunting, Bourgeois sensualist, while the other becomes a bomb-tossing political anarchist. But writer/director Ildikó Enyedi doesn't show much interest in character or narrative, and his script is never developed into anything more than an outline. Individual scenes are often amusing, but it's the goofball digressions (a chimpanzee interrupts the story at one point to tell how he was captured) that leave the best impression. The sometimes stunning photography (in rich black and white) clashes with the indifferently dubbed dialogue.