Drive My Car

Drive My Car ★★½

Some really, really great moments! The sleepy post coital storytelling of protagonist’s wife, the lady with the smallest smiles accompanying her sign language, the final moments of the film concluding in a crescendo of silence. All of these best moments felt the most human while the rest… artificial? The natural tone and pacing of the film was a poor match with some of the farfetched dialog that was meant to have emotional heft. At its worst, the script was constantly speaking in codes and layers that at the same time were so utterly self-gratuitous as if to say, “look at me! I’m a symbol!” And don’t get me started on the relationship between the protagonist and the plot device, I mean, driver. I’m probably just not a Murakami type of gal.