Driver - Ian Bloom

Ian Bloom wrote Driver 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 The Nice Guys, and nights circling studio lots, Bloom was already inside the system and done asking permission. After commandeering a picture car from Aquarius on the Paramount lot and driving it down New York Street, he made Driver alone.

Written, directed, performed, shot, edited, sound-designed, and colored solo, Driver 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.

Now published as literary fiction, Driver reads like the first transmission of the Bloom canon: raw, foundational, and already in motion.

This is where it started.