The first third of Drive is basically about me: a BAMF that can drive anything, quietly broods, and has married women wanting his body (wow, I don’t even know where to start correcting you on that claim – ed.). But you already knew all that because it is a movie called Drive starring Ryan Gosling. Beyond basically starring my stunt double, there are a lot of things going on with this movie. It has equal parts cheesy moments and ultra violence. But is it any good? Keep reading…
First off, it’s pretty ballsy to call your movie Drive. It has to include some pretty sweet cars, action, car chases (obviously), and at least one automotive barrel roll between two sections of a destroyed bridge. That’s just what the definition of Drive (movie) brings up on The Google, so basically it’s science. Does this movie deliver on those claims? I don’t want to ruin the story for you, but no. Sorry, but there is no aforementioned barrel roll. Did that ruin it? What there are are believable cars picked for all the main characters, pretty damn decent action, and a love story that actually doesn’t get in the way but provides realistic motivation for the protagonists. Fair enough, but what I wasn’t expecting when I plopped down into the oversized seat with my popcorn was a healthy dose of unflinching, close-up, protracted violence. I’m not sure why the director decided that this was necessary, but he did so be prepared if you go see it.
Our man Ryan is a brooding auto mechanic/Hollywood stunt driver/criminal get-away driver. Strangely, I had the exact same resume last year (again with the lies? –ed.) Ryan develops the hots for his neighbor, but her husband gets out of jail just when he was ready to close the deal. Ex-con hubby turns out to be a nice guy who is in debt to the LA mob (who are waaaay better looking than the East Coast mob), and Ryan decides to help out using his unique driving skills. Things go bad, people start dying (horrifically), and Ryan is on the run and trying to protect his almost lady friend. Does he make it? Is everyone okay? I’m not telling, so go spend the $8 and see it tightwad.
All in all, nothing Oscar worthy but good stuff. Bring a friend, catch the matinee, and go for a long aimless cruise afterward. You’ll feel good, the movie will sit well, and maybe the whole afternoon will net you an almost lady friend too. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go quietly brood why some ladies want to jump (alright, your done – ed.).