Drive is the latest misconstrued “action” film. It stars Ryan Gosling and Carey Mulligan, who should win awards for starring in the best movie with basically no emotions or dialogue. The storyline is well-described by the one-liner spoken by Gosling in the ad, after being asked what he does for a living: “I drive.” Though in some ways, this is really about so much more, and so much less (you’d know if you saw it).
It’s true, Gosling does play a driver, an unnamed character with absolutely no backstory. The most we figure about the guy is that he’s exceedingly excellent at his “job” – all things automobile, and that he showed up seeking employment at a mechanic’s shop “a few years back.” This information is revealed to us by Bryan Cranston (Breaking Bad) who is one of only two characters that manage to show true human emotions. (The other is Carey Mulligan’s character’s son, played by Kaden Leos, and maybe her baby daddy too.)
If you want to rate this movie for its potential as a cult classic and/or “iconic” film, I’d actually place it somewhere between Pulp Fiction and Blue Velvet. Nowhere near the entertainment value of Pulp Fiction, though certainly better than Blue Velvet, and less weird at least than that. Drive is heavily stylized, driven (no pun intended) by melodic synthy faux 80’s music with a contrast of the usual moody cinema-orchestra instrumentals…
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