Movie Review: "Drive"

The best thing that director Nicolas Winding Refn has going for his romance-noir-thriller "Drive" is Ryan Gosling.  Gosling creates a strong presence in a role of a mechanic-cum-movie-stunt-and-getaway-car-driver, a role so barley written that the character has no name.  Filmed almost entirely in pore-enlarging closeup, Gosling holds the camera so well, and communicates so much with the flick of a toothpick, the clench of a jaw or the movement of his eye, that he lends the role an almost undeserved mythic heroism.

Refn makes up for a plot-intensive but minimalist screenplay with an abundance of style.  This is a movie that is spellbinding to the eye and ear.  Refn knows how to move the camera, and to frame his actors.  He even has the sensitivity to craft an effective love story.  Carey Mulligan, as Driver's neighbor, the mother of a young son whose father has just been released from prison, is an effective symbol of soft innocence who touches Driver's heart and moves him to save her from gangsters in a plan that goes terribly awry.  The chemistry between the two is tender and believable. There is hope that somehow this couple and the little boy find a way to escape and wind up together, until she witnesses an act of violence that betrays the ticking time bomb inside this strong and mysteriously handsome enigma.

"Dive" would succeed as a dreamy visual and aural exercise, if not for the tired intrusion of this underworld crime "plot", which provides a context for moments of sudden and very bloody violence.  (All the more likely to market this film successfully to overseas audiences.)  Violence this intense should serve a more significant piece of work that is worthy of it. I can't imagine many films that would recover from such scenes as a woman's head exploding from gunfire, a fork being plunged into an eyeball, a man's head being stomped to a pulp, or a character's arm slashed with a straight razor until he bleeds to death.  "Drive" is no exception; here it is so extreme it becomes almost cartoonish, and given its trappings, I don't believe this is what Refn intended for this film. 

Which is a shame really, because much of "Drive" can carry the viewer away with some eloquent photography and effective cutting, attractive characters beautifully, quietly observed, all of it set to a pulsating and often  lovely contemporary soundtrack .  Just as a simple character study, it is often exciting, and suspenseful.  In spite of the overdone crime-drama elements, we long to know more about these characters, who obviously care for each other, and make us care too.

The influences from other movies seep through this canvas like the neon color scheme Refn used to design this film.  There's the "Blue Velvet" mother and her young son, both in peril from the underworld; the "Taxi Driver" stoicism of the central character whose primal savageness is unleashed; and the Kubrickian bit of nasty ultra-violence perpetrated in front of a roomful of expressionless topless dancers that echoes with images of the Korova Milk Bar.  And if you wonder what Gosling's mention of the Scorpion and the Frog means, watch "The Crying Game". 

Gosling maintains his well-groomed sexiness, while his stylish Scorpion jacket gets more gruesome with carnage like a modern day Dorian Gray; yet his humanity comes through as he recovers from a heart-stopping final confrontation that helps take this above the "Terminator"- level to which the screenplay finally descends. More than once during "Drive's" overlong 100-minute running time, I felt as though I were looking at a graphic novel instead of a film.

In supporting roles, Bryan Cranston ("Breaking Bad") is fine as Driver's boss and old friend who gets tragically involved with a criminal element.  Albert Brooks (have I seen him in anything since 1987's  "Broadcast News"?) looks horrible as a smarmy crime boss with a vicious streak of his own.  And Ron Perlman is just plain ugly in a role that I could barely watch.

The opening car chase sequence raises one's hopes that here will be an intelligent exercise in cinematic movement and suspense.  There are dozens of small scenes and moments that, taken on their own, indicate a filmmaker of substance and savvy resourcefulness.

I would normally, enthusiastically endorse the beauty of Refn's craftsmanship and the haunting visual experience that is a result;  but I can't ultimately recommend "Drive", unfortunately, as anything more than a Big Mac with extra meat, a little more special sauce, and a gorgeously ornate box to serve it in.

Movie Review: "Never Let Me Go"

  
"Never Let Me Go" is the kind of movie I have been so hungry for, that I risk exaggerating its merits beyond what this delicate work will bear.  It is a faithful adaptation a popular literary novel, well-acted (practically inhabited) by a talented cast, directed with sensitivity, and photographed glowingly. 


It's a quiet film.  We are drawn closely to a group of young characters who adjust to, or are destroyed by, an unusual world; characters who learn disturbing truths about themselves; and whose stories hold universal truths. It's an emotional experience, but not manipulative.  It will leave viewers sad, thoughtful, protective of these characters.  It's a substantial film, laudably sincere and serious, one that viewers can take with them, to think about and feel, to connect to their lives in some way.


"Never Let Me Go" is science fiction. But it has none of the surface trappings of the genre: no metallic machines or robots, space-age noise or brassy orchestral score.  With its gentle tone, and an overall wistfulness of doomed romance and inevitable fate, this film resembles the 1968 Cliff Robertson Oscar-winner "Charly".

Carey Mulligan, Keira Knightley, and Andrew Garfield are convincing as three students of a special boarding school, in which apparently they have been raised their entire lives.  Everyone is terrified of the world outside the confines of the school, and until they are grown, they know nothing of the wider world.   When a sympathetic, rebellious teacher reveals to the students their special purpose in life, each of the three characters must deal with its implications, and therein lies the special beauty, and contemplation of life's meaning, the movie affords.

The novel by Kazuo Ishiguro ("Remains of the Day") never explicitly lays out the "secret" inherent in the story, but lets the myriad details mount into a feeling of horror and resignation.  The film departs from this by revealing the central conflict early, so we understand the horrible implications behind casually-used words like "carer", "donation", and "completion".   It is to everyone's credit that the actors and director Mark Romanek convince us of the feasibility of the situation.  Rather than creating a typical suspense story with a shocking revelation, Romanek and his screenwriter, Alex Garland, build suspense by closely observing the behavior of these characters and how they overcome their fate.   Some may find the details far-fetched. Most science fiction requires additional suspension of disbelief. This is no exception.

The indelible image of the film is the face of Carey Mulligan; she holds the screen with such maturity, and communicates so expressively, that she becomes eloquent, with little reliance on dialog.  This is a great, understated performance that may be overlooked in favor of more flamboyant acting at Oscar time.

Andrew Garfield is endearing and wonderful as an emotional, sensitive young man experiencing creative and sexual awakening, who clings to the belief that his artistic expression is proof of one's humanity, one's soul.  His howl of existential anguish late in the film will stun viewers and shake them.  It is pleasing to encounter a mainstream contemporary film that addresses issues like creativity and meaning.  I hope it finds an audience willing to contemplate them.

Keira Knightley's character is difficult to like; she is a catalyst for the emotional momentum of the story, and is responsible for the intrigues and jealousies that the other characters must reconcile.  Knightley is perhaps too established to play this surprisingly small role, but she has skill, and she manages to portray a deteriorating character without undue pathos.

Special mention should be made of the terrific child actors who portray the trio as youngsters: Izzy Meikle-Small, Charlie Rowe, and Ella Purnell.  Their portrayals are seamless and remarkable.

It is hard to write about this movie while skirting the central conflict.  I hope those who have not seen it will be intrigued, and inspired to give it a try.  Prepare to be haunted by an unusual story,  and get ready to love three unforgettable characters who desperately yearn to find meaning in an absurd world.