Drive My Car knows exactly what it's doing, and it delivers on that mission and self-knowledge over a period of 179 minutes, which is unnecessary. A two-hour film that lasts 179 minutes can't be uplifting or transcendent. Drive My Car is a thoughtful, melancholy slog for grief monkeys, and with way too many cigarettes smoked. It warrants respect but it shouldn't leapfrog out of the Best Int'l Feature category. Meditative smarthouse material for Justin Chang-level elites and hoity-toities. Hollywood Elsewhere says "sorry but no Best Picture nomination."