Drive My Car

>one or the other
lol kill yourself cucked faggot

>All I know that the guy looks for his wife and the chick drives him.
What? That's not what it's about at all.

>cucked faggot
Predators can't be cucked.

So it's not like Initial D?

>It's good because it's Japanese

so sort of japan + where's waldo + drive. I like it.

he doesn't look for his wife. He finds his wife cheating with a younger actor but acts like nothing happened. Then his wife dies. Fast forward some years and he hasn't moved on.

>people practicing dialogue
>guy gets cucked
>practicing dialogue again
>first part ends
>guy still practicing dialogue
>like 20 minutes of acting crew practicing dialogue
>guy who cucked protagonist has sex with another girl
>more dialogue practice
>cucked guy visits a garbage disposal place with his female driver
At that point I realized the director was just making fun of me and just shut the movie off

Best Beatles song

You missed the best part of the movie where it hammers the point in. It's where the young actor who cucked the main character is in the car with MC and talks about how you should only know your own heart and to know the heart of another is futile leading only to despair. After that MC, though the interactions with the driver and Chekhov's play rejects this nihilism and embraces the humanity and God. The deaf Korean hottie is integral in this too. I loved the movie,

My girlfriend was similarly confounded when I explained that the ending shows how the entirety of the film's events were just the dreams of a dog sitting in the backseat of the driver's car.

Proof is provided by the dog sitting in the back of the car where the man usually was. And she is now driving the dog who has woken up from his overrated dream.

I couldn't explain to her why this made sense, but then neither could she justify the three-hour running time of what we had just watched in any other way.