The last sentence summarizes the whole film: "Lauter garstige Menschen" (a lot of nasty people). While portraying Austro-Teutonic suburban ugliness quite precisely, Seidl's effort feels strangely bloodless. It lacks the visciousness and vigor artists like Thomas Bernhard or Franz Novotny display in their works.
Not being a connoisseur of Austrian suburban life, I can't help feeling this film may overstate the depth and depravity of the life there. Bit like an X-rated White Ribbon mixed with Blue Velvet. I liked it, of course. But it is not for everyone. It goes some way towards explaining some of the more unpleasant things coming from Austria recently.
More into today's trends of new new wave cinema where documentary style (poor shots) is more important than fiction. I prefer Import Export ; more absurdly creative. I was annoyed when they keep correcting the colorful authistic lady. It's like in Wild Child except it doesn't feel right all the time. Authism potential could be use on constructive way in society if people didn't think so highly of their normal cars.