Wolfsburg

A sleek, cool, fairly rigorous psychodrama from the director of The State I Am In, Wolfsburg is about the fallout from a hit and run accident which punctures the listless complacency of the yuppie car salesman at fault, almost as much as it traumatises the mother of the boy hit. Familiar territory, then, and writer/director Petzold's stringent grip on proceedings means the film never gets your pulse racing. All the same, it's a cogent piece of storytelling elevated by its nose for moral ambiguity. Strong, sober performances, too.