A slow burning, surrealist, Icelandic dram-com about a broken man trying to learn, accept and allow himself to un-bequeath his past burdens, then going on to find a cause and pass on his learnings through teaching to enjoying the little things? 

Dry humour, beautiful cinematography, another great performance from a dog and bombastic, surreal and absurdist dream sequences. Driving Mum instils a sort of catharsis you don’t really know you needed until it’s unravelled in front of you. Its exploration and unrelenting confidence to look at grief and how we process and accept is tragically funny and human. 

I will eat that shit up for breakfast, dinner and tea. Fucking great stuff.

A slow burning, surrealist, Icelandic dram-com about a broken man trying to learn, accept and allow himself to un-bequeath his past burdens, then going on to find a cause and pass on his learnings through teaching to enjoying the little things? 

Dry humour, beautiful cinematography, another great performance from a dog and bombastic, surreal and absurdist dream sequences. Driving Mum instils a sort of catharsis you don’t really know you needed until it’s unravelled in front of you. Its exploration and unrelenting confidence to look at grief and how we process and accept is tragically funny and human. 

I will eat that shit up for breakfast, dinner and tea. Fucking great stuff.