Darren Carver-Balsiger’s review published on Letterboxd:
The story of killers. Drive My Car is a soft-spoken drama about the lies and pain we choose to accept. It opens with a forty minute prologue, that would be a perfect short film by itself, but manages to then spend the rest of the runtime peeling away all the leftover feelings that linger. It recontextualises what that prologue is in a stunning scene of revelation just over two hours in.
Drive My Car is a film of mostly conversation, but many of those words sting and have power. This is a film of communication. Many characters are multilingual, but do not speak the same languages. The beauty of language is how it allows us to connect. The film contains Japanese, Korean, Mandarin, English, Tagalog, and Korean Sign Language, partially to show the harmony between people that can be formed beyond words. However it is also contrasts with those who do not understand, despite speaking the same language. A man can know his wife loves him, but also not know why she cheats on him. They can share the unspoken language of love, but not the spoken language of explanation. Drive My Car is ultimately a film of love. It is about choosing to live a lie, and to love someone in spite of their wrongs. There's a purity to it.
Drive My Car contains so many stories, allegories, and metaphors, all on top of each other and weaved together. It's dense and fascinating. It is also about losing yourself in performance, and acting one way to protect the person you are lying to. Drive My Car is a sad movie in so many ways, but also strangely touching. People are contradictions, and we must love both good and bad.
Stories derived from orgasms, a clarity of love.