Film Review: Drive

 I love films that are encompassing. You commit to an idea and you are able to follow through with it. I also love juxtaposition. With its hot pink title sequence and a delicious eighties sounding pop soundtrack, Drive offers its viewers a complex and interesting journey that keeps the audience watching with baited breath until the very end. There’s not much dialogue and most of the story is told through visuals. This is more than a thinking person’s action movie, it’s a true movie-goers movie: you can’t not watch what’s on the screen in front of you.

Drive tells the story of a young, nameless man (Ryan Gosling) who makes his living driving stunt cars by day and getaway cars by night. When he falls for his next door neighbour, Irene (Carey Mulligan), things get a little complicated when Irene’s husband returns from prison. Blood, sweat and (not so many) tears follow.

 

 

What is so remarkable about Drive is that the performances are so subtle, effortless and yet the overall effect is so powerful. It’s rare in this day and age to watch a film where the director emerges as the main star. Many have compared Drive to films such as Pulp Fiction. If Tarantino’s films are like a shot of dirty tequila, then Nicolas Winding Refn’s Drive is like a shot of expensive bourbon: both have the same effect, but one is a lot smoother going down.

I’ll be raving about Drive for a long time.