There is almost a whole genre of movies looking at the consequences of an automobile accident, ranging from Antonioni's distant debut Cronaca di un amore to Julian Fellowes's recent debut, Separate Lies. The accident in Pablo Trapero's Born and Bred occurs outside Buenos Aires when Santiago, a handsome, successful Argentinian interior designer, driving with his beautiful wife and small daughter, swerves off the road. A family idyll is shattered and the film cuts to Patagonia, the remote, awesome, inhospitable end of the world where most Argentinian films seem to be set nowadays.

Riven with guilt, tortured by nightmares, Santiago is living a self-mortifying existence - hunting in the snowbound forest, working at a rundown, one-plane-a-week airport and keeping company with a couple of hard-drinking, womanising losers. It's a wilfully sad and desolate film, with an oppressive atmosphere you could push with a snow plough.