Sit with a film that listens

A man drives a red Saab through Tokyo, talking to a cassette of his dead wife. A quiet young actress sits in the back, learning his routes. Hamaguchi lets scenes run long enough that you forget you are watching and start listening. The film treats grief as something you drive through, not past. By the time it reaches Murakami's Chekhov, you have stopped waiting for it to end and started hoping it won't.