In the opening, he’s driving. It’s all enigma: his name, his expression, his past, his destination, his life. At the film’s close, he’s driving. And he’s wounded, maybe fatally. He’s been stabbed. But we know more now, not his name, his past, his destination, his life. But we know more about the opening. He’s driving. And he’s wounded, maybe fatally. The wound is in the psyche, and it reveals itself throughout the movie, which parallels the way we are wounded now and the enigma of a world of digital speed and violence in which our “feelings are sponged away.”