A few nice moments and a deluge of middle brow pretense has everyone drinking the kool-aid on this! Wow the interplay of ideas between Chekhov and certain resonant experiences in the mildly tragic but also beautiful lives of these characters….bro we’re talking about a 10-minute car ride convo with nothing going on narratively or visually besides the slightest interrogation of storytelling, symbolism, memory and life-imitating-art with a sliver of mysterious implications regarding potential adultery. These matters are so unbelievably slight! If that’s the sort of stuff that gets you excited please read more books. Would watch Yang, Desplechin, Bergman, Kiarostami, Ozu, even some random forgotten Italian Melodrama like “Best of Youth” over this anytime. Expect more from cinema!