What the hell was that?
Elizabeth Taylor is trying to get herself murdered. She begs a man to take her life. He’s just interested in having an orgasm once a day. He says it is part of his macrobiotic diet. Andy Warhol pops up as nobility. For 105 minutes The Driver’s Seat delivers madness and non-stop histrionics. Recommended only if you have a dying need to hear Taylor screaming about orgasms and death.