Steve Anderson’s review published on Letterboxd:
A 3-hour movie about regret, loneliness, acceptance, friendship, shame, listening and art-house theater? Not generally my jam.
Drive My Car takes its time setting things up and then letting things develop into what seems like a natural progression of trust, both in relation to the characters on screen and the audience with the film itself. As a result, when secrets are revealed, often in the car, I didn't feel like I was eavesdropping but like I'd been invited along for a ride with friends. Terminally sad friends, but friends nonetheless, and all I had to do was pay attention while they got it off their chests.
An ultimately hopeful "little" film with an expertly crafted screenplay.