Let's address the elephant in the room: 'Killing Cars' is either a hidden gem of unintentional brilliance or a cinematic trainwreck - depending on which reviewer you believe. Having watched it twice (once for shock value, once for analysis), I'm landing somewhere in between.

The Good: Jürgen Prochnow is magnetic. Even when delivering lines about eco-friendly carburetors while wearing sunglasses indoors, he brings unexpected depth to what should be a cardboard-cutout role. There's a particular scene where he discusses engine specs with the intensity of a Shakespearean soliloquy that somehow works.

The Bad: The plot makes 'Tenet' look straightforward. You'll find yourself pausing to ask: 'Wait, is this about car patents? Oil conspiracies? Or just an excuse for neon-lit driving sequences?' The supporting cast often appears as confused as viewers will feel.

Production Value Alert: That 'futuristic' car prototype looks like someone glued hubcaps to a refrigerator box. Yet somehow, by the climax, I caught myself whispering 'Don't wreck it!' during the final chase scene.

80s Time Capsule Factor: Off-the-charts. From feathered hair to inexplicable industrial loft parties, every frame oozes period charm/absurdity. The synth-heavy soundtrack alone justifies watching with ironic friends and cocktails.

Final Verdict: Not 'so bad it's good' but 'so weird it's fascinating.' Prochnow completists will find gold here. Casual viewers may want to keep their finger on the fast-forward button during non-Prochnow scenes. Either way, you won't forget this bizarre ride through auto-industry paranoia and German engineering angst.