

That energy, of wanting to remain unnoticed and unquestioned, is matched by his assigned personal driver, Misaki (Tôko Miura), a young woman in turn running from her own guilt buried in the ruins of a previous life more than a safe distance away. The actor’s stoic gestures provide an impenetrable fortress unwilling to give away any hint of his true self.
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As a grief-stricken husband and father masking his continued distress with professional diligence, he maintains strenuous composure until he can no longer swallow his anger towards the person he loved most. Unassumingly shattering, a description just as applicable to the film as a whole, Nishijima’s turn astounds for its unshowiness. Crumbling in a piecemeal manner, when Yûsuke finally receives the divine relief of catharsis from Hamaguchi, the long emotional containment makes for a staggering, shared release. Both become one and the same in a continuum.įirst from the removed safety of an unnoticed reflection on a mirror, then with the up-close intensity of two people listening to one another as if the world around them had faded into irrelevance, “Drive My Car” contemplates Yûsuke’s inner plight with softhearted tact, never pushing too strongly but letting the pain unfurl on its own time. What she recites might come from the classic text or perhaps directly from her, but the distinction doesn’t matter. It’s in the silence of that moving space that Oto’s voice comes through the speakers via the aforementioned tape feeding him lines, a lifeline.

Getting behind the wheel of his outdated, two-door model is ritualistic in its importance.īurning bright red through the streets and highways, the artist’s car is a temple of freedom and solitude, the embodiment of the return and the departure, the way back home to his beloved and the escape from the fallout of their present. As part of the job, he must agree to have a chauffer, a condition he is reluctant to. Two years after a personal tragedy laced with unresolved resentment, Yûsuke moves to Hiroshima, a city with its own history of disaster, to put on a new stage version of Anton Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya, performed by actors speaking their respective native tongues. Their spontaneous fiction sets in as one of the storytelling layers that eventually overlap with self-referential grace under the auspicious narrative guidance of Hamaguchi and co-screenwriter Takamasa Oe. They speak of a teenage girl so infatuated with a classmate she infiltrates his home to steal unmissed souvenirs. Basking in post-coital serenity, actor and theater director Yûsuke Kafuku ( Hidetoshi Nishijima) and his wife, screenwriter Oto ( Reika Kirishima), verbally build a story for her next television project.
