It's remarkable for a film with such a contrived plot to be psychologically this captivating and ultimately feel so hauntingly poetic. Automobile soundscapes beautifully interweave with Fürmann and Hoss's marvellous screen presence and German non-places. This film isn't called "Wolfsburg" for no reason.
Not as classically riveting as Barbara, nor as formally mesmerizing as Yella. But Wolfsburg at least strikes a wee bit harder than the ambivalent success of one other Hoss-Petzold collaboration, Jerichow. This still evinces that Hoss and Fürmann form the least compelling of on-screen trysts and I'm puzzled why theirs was twice conceived by a formidable auteur like Petzold. Another iteration will not be persuasive.
A criminally underrated gem of a thriller. Petzold's sophomore effort displays the kind of ace writing and control over the genre one expects only from the most experienced. The development never veers from being absolutely riveting and is appropriately pared with fantastic acting, Nina Hoss is especially a standout. Absolutely recommended.