Thomas Vinterberg completism. I think that'll do me. Briefly two brothers sometimes maybe try to overcome their mother's alcoholic neglect. One sublimates all that into time honoured violence, weight lifting and prison time while the other takes the more difficult option of becoming a junkie and later a dealer on the mean streets of wintry Copenhagen. (We know he's sensitive due to the Nick Cave poster on his wall.) Given this frame things are on a railroad to Trainspotting, so the running scene, when it comes, shows how uninspired the whole show is. Jakob Cedergren does what he can in the lead.
IMDb trivia. Otherwise light on for reviews in English; it probably didn't get a wide release. A long waffly piece in the Guardian.