“And when our final hour comes, we shall meet it humbly, and there beyond the grave, we shall say that we have known suffering and tears, that our life was bitter. And God will pity us. Ah, then, dear, dear Uncle, we shall enter on a bright and beautiful life. We shall rejoice and look back upon our grief here. A tender smile — and — we shall rest. I have faith, Uncle, fervent, passionate faith. We shall rest. We shall rest.” 
- Sonya, Uncle Vanya, Act IV. 

There’s more going on in just one minute of Drive My Car than what happens in entire movies. It’s an intricate, complex portrayal of loss, life, grief, and artistic expression that so’s unnaturally perfect and so utterly raw and humane that it’ll sink into your mind and refuse to leave. It’s art of the highest caliber, the greatest cinematic achievement  since Moonlight, and the best film of this new decade.