Driver

<p>Ian Bloom wrote <em>Driver</em> at age 26 in Hollywood before the canon had a name and before the road chose a direction. Moving between a television White House set Lee Strasberg Theatre and Film Institute SAG-AFTRA eligibility from <em>The Nice Guys</em> and nights circling studio lots Bloom was already inside the system and done asking permission. After commandeering a picture car from <em>Aquarius</em> on the Paramount lot and driving it down New York Street he made <em>Driver</em> alone.</p><p></p><p>Written directed performed shot edited sound-designed and colored solo <em>Driver</em> was improvised out of access and instinct - parking garages mailbox rooms city parkland borrowed time. A private ignition. A proto-myth. A film where a man moves through zones carries a briefcase receives messages from archetypes and drives toward Los Angeles as destination and fate. Dialogue is sparse. Silence does the work. Motion is the law.</p><p></p><p>Now published as literary fiction <em>Driver</em> reads like the first transmission of the Bloom canon: raw foundational and already in motion.</p><p></p><p>This is where it started.</p>