2021 ‘ドライブ・マイ・カー’ Directed by Ryusuke Hamaguchi
Yusuke Kafuku, a stage actor and director, still unable, after two years, to cope with the loss of his beloved wife, accepts to direct Uncle Vanja at a theater festival in Hiroshima. There he meets Misaki, an introverted young woman, appointed to drive his car. In between rides, secrets from the past and heartfelt confessions will be unveiled.
Osamu Kubota Teruhisa Yamamoto Tsuyoshi Gorô Misaki Kawamura Sachio Matsushita Yoshito Nakabe Keiji Okumura Jin Suzuki
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Doraibu mai kâ, Doraibu mai kā, 드라이브 마이 카, Vadi manu mašīnu, สุดทางรัก, قودي سيارتي, ماشین مرا بران, Карай колата ми, Keyra bílinn minn, Conduz o Meu Carro, 在車上, Кермуй моїм авто, Сядь за кермо моєї машини, Drive My Carais, Drajv maj kár, Сядь за руль моей машины
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You know this shit is good when they don't drop the opening credits on you until 40 minutes in. Sorry, it's just a golden rule of movies.
my therapist likes to stop me whenever i criticize myself with the word ‘should,' that i should feel some way, that i should have done something. we stop and dig into this statement until i get to the root of it and try to understand how i've internalized whatever idea or feeling or action is meant to be "correct" or "normal." it's a hard thing for me to do because it's always easiest to lightly lean on myself as the real problem, and even when i'm able to understand it as a behavior i've learned from outside of myself, it's difficult to think of that external force without declaring it right or wrong and without reckoning with the way it's…
I know there’s way more important stuff here but I have to point out that the 2-door red Saab is one of the best movie cars I’ve ever seen. Just a truly excellent car. Lots of character.
That shot of the two of them holding their cigarettes up through the sunroof is an all-timer.
“those who survive keep thinking about the dead.”
“what can we do? we must live our lives.”
People spend their whole lives forming bonds with each other. Some of those bonds are permanent, others fleeting. Some bonds simply do not last at all, others only get stronger over time, while some unfortunately have the sour luck of hanging by a thread while slowly crumbling like walls subjected to acid rain. Rarely does a relationship remain unchanged throughout its course.
This dynamic nature of relationships is fueled entirely by people going through trials and tribulations with each other and by themselves. You may think you know a person, but you would never get to know every single thing - trivial or important - about them. Drive My Car, through its potent examination of grief as experienced together and…
About 20 minutes before the film ends there is a momentary collapse of all sounds. I don't think I've ever heard silence quite like it. I could hear my heart throbbing in my ears -- a painful sting coupled with a quiet panic as my senses became temporarily heightened and numbed all at once. A brief glimpse into passing?
Yeah, pretty great film.
"It didn't sound like he was lying. I don't know if it's the truth, but he was telling you what was true to him."
Fucking hell this destroyed me emotionally. A rather unwieldy slow burn that didn't fully grab me at first, but as the story progressed it revealed the necessity of every seemingly irrelevant detail in the first half. I went from thinking "Yeah it's a good movie that needed to shave down that 40 minute prologue" to "Holy shit, this is a masterclass in subtle dramatic payoffs" by the end. Please stick with this movie if it doesn't click with you at first; it's a long slow drive, but it's absolutely worth it to get to the destination.
How the fuck is this nominated in the same category as Don’t Look Up for the Oscar’s
"How's the movie?"
"It's fabulous. The movie paced so smoothly, I hardly feel the runtime. I even forgot I'm watching a movie. I've watched many movies, but it's never been so pleasant."
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…
