‘Drive My Car’: Hamaguchi Takes the Wheel

Drive My Car Movie Review - 2021 Ryûsuke Hamaguchi Film

The first Japanese winners of the Best Screenplay Award at the Cannes Film Festival, Ryûsuke Hamaguchi and Takamasa Oe expand Drive My Car, the short story of the same name in Haruki Murakami’s 2014 collection Men Without Women, to great success. And although the film lost the Palme d’Or to Julia Ducournau’s Titane, director Hamaguchi’s heavy-duty drama has emerged as one of 2021’s most admired features, collecting a sizable number of award season accolades. At 179 minutes, the running time of Drive My Car contrasts sharply with the brevity of Jun Ichikawa’s Tony Takitani, the 2004 adaptation of another Murakami story that deals with similar themes and shares a major plot point.

A three-hour investment for an introspective movie about a grieving theatre director staging a multilingual production of Uncle Vanya sounds difficult to sell to mainstream audiences, but Hamaguchi’s expansiveness is an asset. The filmmaker’s reputation for sprawl has been partly exaggerated: Asako I & II and Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy both clock in at two hours apiece. It is 2015’s Happy Hour, at 317 minutes, that stretches the bathroom-break limit. Drive My Car is fleeting by comparison. For all the viewers who give themselves over to Hamaguchi’s meticulous attention to detail and powerful expression of character, the entire movie flies.

Drive My Car Movie Review - 2021 Ryûsuke Hamaguchi Film

Hamaguchi’s set-up/prologue in Drive My Car unfolds like a self-contained feature bursting with possibilities (the opening titles don’t arrive until the 40-minute mark). Hidetoshi Nishijima’s Yūsuke Kafuku is a Tokyo-based theatre artist married to a busy screenwriter named Oto (Reika Kirishima). Their collaborative compatibility crackles with an erotic electricity — Oto’s script ideas are devised during the verbal exchanges shared during sex. Hamaguchi carefully seeds surprises that he revisits much later. Even greater realizations emerge. Many of these involve troubled young actor Takatsuki (Masaki Okada), one of the film’s several endlessly fascinating secondary characters.

Two years following the opening section, Kafuku travels to his residency at the Hiroshima Art and Culture Theater in his vivid red Saab 900 (changed from Murakami’s yellow). While behind the wheel, he listens to the recording of Oto reading Uncle Vanya dialogue with gaps where Vanya’s lines go; it’s Kafuku’s preferred method for memorization. But following his arrival, there’s a wrinkle. For insurance purposes, Kafuku’s hosts require a professional chauffeur — no exceptions. Following a tryout, the artist agrees to the rule. The driver is a young woman named Misaki Watari (Tōko Miura).

Drive My Car Movie Review - 2021 Ryûsuke Hamaguchi Film

As Misaki and Kafuku get to know one another in Drive My Car, the unconventional stage interpretation of Uncle Vanya weaves throughout the developing action in a kind of parallel story-within-the-story. It’s a tried and true technique that has been used, in one variation or another, for decades: Marcel Carné’s Les Enfants du Paradis, Yasujirô Ozu’s Floating Weeds, Hamaguchi favorite John Cassavetes’ Opening Night and, of course, Louis Malle’s Vanya on 42nd Street. Away from the stage, however, the interior of Kafuku’s vehicle plays host to different kinds of drama.

Misaki and Kafuku are surrounded by an incredible ensemble of characters with the capacity to astonish, but the central relationship that develops in Drive My Car fuels Hamaguchi’s examination of how people choose to process long-internalized feelings of guilt and pain. Neither one of these two essential figures is inclined toward verbal expression, but each divulge information and make striking confessions in moments of earth-shaking emotional energy that expose raw vulnerabilities which viewers may hardly be prepared to witness.

Greg Carlson (@gcarlson1972) is an associate professor of communication studies and the director of the interdisciplinary film studies minor program at Concordia College in Moorhead, Minnesota. He is also the film editor of the High Plains Reader, where his writing has appeared since 1997.