Tigre

It is pretty much the middle of nowhere. Grey skies loom over faceless housing estates, sparse forest and wet gravel lots. Here, in these dreary surroundings, Sabine and Natacha drive around aimlessly, drinking beer and having sex with nondescript local boys on the bonnet of the car. Then, one morning, Natacha does not get into the car. She has decided to move away. It is the start of a fatal farewell. (Berlinale)