Movies taking place in cars are part of a subgenre of single-set filmmaking that’s tricky to find, but usually pretty good. Steven Spielberg cut his teeth on Duel, in which a traveling salesman is chased by the homicidal driver of a semi truck. Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock have to keep a bus careening down a Los Angeles highway in Speed. Tom Hardy takes the most riveting phone calls about pouring concrete you’ve ever seen while driving from Birmingham to London in Locke. The latest entry into this genre, Christy Hall’s taxi-set directorial debut Daddio, stars Dakota Johnson, Sean Penn, and the Manhattan skyline in a slice-of-life drama about what two strangers could possibly talk about on a 90-minute car ride.

A young woman (Johnson), clad in platform Docs, a bucket bag, and a platinum-blonde bob, exits JFK Airport late at night and (apparently skipping the loud, long taxi line) hops into a waiting cab driven by a man who later introduces himself as Clark (Penn). Clark is a talker but not incessant, asking the woman (known only as Girlie)........

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