Drive

Drive

It’s not what you might expect, but it’s sort of amazing.

My latest way of saving money is to “rent” movies from the library, where they are 100 percent free. I make up a reserve list just like I do with books and simply go get them whenever my movies are in. My husband and I have had two movie date nights now for free. Even the gas can’t be counted, since we go to the rec center, which is attached to the library, all of the time anyway and pick up our movies and books on the way.

Last night we watched the movie Drive, starring Ryan Gosling, and let me tell you something—it was not what we expected at all. If you watched the trailers, you might have expected a fast, hot, Fast and the Furious type movie. I don’t watch those movies, but I’ll watch anything with Gosling in it. So far he hasn’t let me down and has yet to choose a crap movie to be in, and funnily enough, I trust his judgment.

I walked away from Drive feeling shaken and disturbed, which was likely the director’s goal. It’s not just a movie about a man who is a stunt driver by day, a criminal getaway driver by night. It’s a deeply troubling, mobster film noir with some modern elements—something that you absolutely don’t expect. It’s still quite amazing, as so many critics have already noted. The drive in the movie—who has no name—falls for his neighbor, a mom whose husband is in jail. When the husband comes home and strives for a clean life unsuccessfully, Driver steps in to help out, only to get entangled into a huge violent mess with the mob.

He certainly holds his own, though, and the brooding mood of the film—coupled with the '80s songs, wardrobe, and even scenery—creates this tense, engaging movie that really creeps up on you. When it becomes violent, there is no turning back—it’s like Tarantio meets Eastwood, before the chair. Seriously, if Mystic River and Pulp Fiction had a baby, it would be Drive.

My husband wasn’t very impressed with the movie—probably because he was really expecting a fast car chasing action flick—but I am still left disturbed and thinking about it today. I really liked the movie, but it still has me processing, thinking, something that most movies just don’t do—and for that I want to thank the director even more. The cast was fantastic, the story believable and unsettling; it really was a fantastic noir movie, which is saying a lot, considering it’s not my favorite genre.