Drive

Drive wants to position itself as a film standing outside the mainstream of its genre. It does not want to be just a cheap or even an expensive popcorn movie that relies on effects, budget, and stars. It is a poser who cares about image and enjoys being seen in the company of those who consider themselves refined aesthetes, experts in true art, and not mere consumers of entertainment. It succeeds to some extent, mainly thanks to the hypnotic music and slow camera, which create tension and a suggestive atmosphere. However, if you take the trouble to strip Drive of its flattering coat, you will find a mundane story, surprisingly unoriginal and perhaps even trivial, with characters who try to be cool at the expense of their credibility and internal logic. Of course, Drive's "coolness" has nothing to do with how, for example, Transporter: The Series understands "coolness" for a more popcorn-friendly audience. Ethically questionable is the obvious aestheticization of brutal violence and, above all, the fact that the creators perceive their protagonist as a positive counterpart to powerful villains and their henchmen, as a protector and a kind of romantic character from the underworld. From my perspective, the Driver looks and acts more like an exemplary psychopath - his inability to experience and share human emotions, the eradication of ethical barriers, the tendency towards antisocial behavior, and outbursts of violence clearly expose him. In Irene's place, I would rather fear my admirer. The behavior of the main antagonists is fully in the grip of rituals, but unfortunately, they are constructed by the screenwriter rather than emerging from the reality of the American underworld and the nature of the conflict between film characters. Overall impression: 60% for the film's appearance, not its content. (31/05/2014)

I haven’t seen a better film in the cinema this year. A dreamy, sad artsy gangster flick with an extremely charismatic protagonist and a perfect soundtrack. It gave me goosebumps, and more than once. Drive is basically a compilation of Refn’s previous films (I’d dutifully watched them all before). It’s like Pusher shot with the same slick cinematography of Valhalla Rising, spiced up with a blend of the music and the images of Bronson, and mixed with the ambiguous atmosphere of Fear X. A film that can be easily described as “beautiful”, even if fingers are smashed with a hammer, heads are shot and throats are cut. For me, a masterpiece without any flaws, but, as it’s been said, it’s certainly not for everyone. I’ve been playing “A Real Hero” on repeat for an hour. (16/09/2011)

This could have been such a calm and melancholic film. A nice methodical approach to life, no disturbing elements. And then the driver rides in an elevator with the cute neighbor and it all turns upside-down. Nicolas Winding Refn took a fairly typical pulpy, though still quite high-quality, screenplay, and transformed it into a meditation on the life of a not-entirely-normal driver/stuntman. Breathtakingly shot in nighttime L.A. (almost like my favorite, Mann), the glow of neon lights is framed by 1980’s style electronic music, but Refn flirts primarily with the noir genre, although this is a sunlit version, as absurd as that may sound. Blood spatters, engines roar and the silent, inconspicuous scenes involving the two love birds appear surprisingly significant. The cast is perfect. Gosling is surprising in the role of the silent Driver. Carey Mulligan is completely believable as the main protagonist’s fragile/strong motivation. And Bryan "Heisenberg" Cranston is an absolute chameleon. An inconspicuous hit that will grab your attention if you let it. You know the story about the scorpion and the frog? (18/09/2011)

A ride that slams you hard into your seat and doesn't want to let go for a long time. Suspenseful to the bursting point, more action-packed than Michael Mann and ideas packed into the last second. We have seen plenty of gangsters and silent heroes on the screen for quite some time. But to simply have to run back to the cinema the next day to watch a movie again, that has never happened to me before. Even if I had to just observe the continuity of slow scenes or savor every tone of the soundtrack. (16/09/2011)

For me, a completely bombastic demonstration of what a director with a vision can do from forgettable genre spectacles. Refn projected his fascination with inaccessible heroes, which is prolonged by passion and also by the fascination with stories in which the hero selflessly sacrifices himself. His pagan relishing of vibrations long after the main action of the shot is once again pure happiness, not to mention the beautifully shot car chases and captivating atmosphere of a Los Angeles night. Again, it should be underlined that for Refn, there is no main logic and story - these are just secondary links to the extremely strong scenes elaborated down-to-the-last detail. I look forward to the listing of all the nonsense that analyst viewers can bear, thinking that there is some consistency and story refinement in Drive. What fascinates me to the core: although this time the characters really talk a lot (they are Americans after all), the essentials about their motifs are expressed by Refn with a hint, gesture, facial expression. He simply remained Nordic, even in a field that is supremely "Hollywood". While it's a film with a completely accessible story, Refn made it into an uncontracted author's manifesto and a festival of subversive image-sound connectivity. I just love that Danish boy! Maybe he should make a Bond film. (07/09/2011)