Saturday, September 17, 2011


I didn't really love Drive, the existential, arty (Gosling's protagonist has no name) thriller, even though I would love more arty, existential thrillers in my life. Especially ones that ape the rhythms and visuals of 1980s cinema, other moody pieces like Manhunter and Mona Lisa. So why didn't I love it? I don't really know right now. The first two thirds of the film were very enjoyable with Gosling (always good) as a detached professional, a driver who splits his working hours between film work, mechanic work, and getaway car driving. But the film shifts toward tenderness and ironically (intentionally so) toward brutal violence. Maybe it was trying too hard. Still, go see it if you enjoy well-crafted old-school action sequences and can stomach the sight of a man's head being stomped into a pulp.

1 comment:

  1. Okay, now this is weird. So, I just read this this morning, and last night after we saw it, Tina and I were talking about how much that reminded us of "Manhunter". I think I liked it more than you did, but, I think what looked like stunt casting with Albert Brooks ended up being pretty inspired.