Vienna, 1900. Time of the Austro-Hungarian regime. Everyday life is constituted by honour, pride, duels, suppressed individuality and outworn hierarchies. With World War I already on the doorstep and antisemitism becoming socially acceptable, the spirit of the German Empire is rapidly crumbling. In this troubled times, Lieutenant Gustl, a young and disoriented k. & k. officer, is deeply offended in his honor: He was called a stupid boy by a baker (Nicholas Ofzarek).
Since his opponent isn’t a member of the military, and therefore the conflict cannot be resolved by a duel, there is only one way to restore his honour: suicide.
Witness Lieutenant Gustl’s stream of consciousness as he is drifting through a sleepless night in search for a viable escape. But as the day breaks, there comes the hour of truth.
Of course Lieutenant Gustl is more than a nostalgic reminiscence of long gone days. A hundred years later we find ourselves in a quite familiar situation: In desperate need to frame our own identity, we are longing for authenticity and a binding reference system in face of the overwhelming possibilities of the present. And in search for orientation parts of our society are calling for border walls and identifiable enemies.