The Candy Colored Clown's Review of Drive
Where do I even start? The music, the poetry of a single gaze between Gosling and Mulligan, or the enthralling juxtaposition of somber melancholy and adrenaline fueled confrontation. In an instant, I was grabbed by the intoxicating style and restrained intensity of the opening sequence of events. Shortly after, the neon pink titles started to roll in conjunction with this song. Within those first 10 minutes, I felt like Refn had given me that narcotic high I expected to feel but never found in Mann's Miami Vice.
But to say Drive achieves only that much would be selling it far too short. What really drives this film - no pun intended - is the complex and poetic relationship between Gosling and Mulligan. The power contained in those moments they share together is just as much a testament to Refn's directing as it is to the talent of Gosling and Mulligan themselves. Refn understands that the most profound moments to arise from love and longing come from what isn't said. He sets the mood with sound and image, using dialogue only when necessary. A single gaze in conjunction with Refn's masterful style and construction say more than words ever could.