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Drive is a movie about sexy people and cars. Or maybe not cars, per se, but the experience of being in them, with sexy people. As such, it is ridiculous, but not in the way you’d expect: It’s neither all that fast nor especially furious. Oh sure, there is some grisly gun violence, and a car chase or two, and it does get rather stabby in the end. But the prevailing tone is one of affected composure.


Ryan Gosling stars as a steely stunt driver (and getaway driver) in Danish director Nicolas Winging Refin’s Drive


Now, this is not a film for the Henry James crowd (if there even is such a crowd) and probably no one will see Drive because it was scripted by Hossein Amini, heretofore best known for adapting The Wings of the Dove. Certainly there is an ultraviolence-and-shallow-style crowd, and some people will see Drive because it was directed by Nicolas Winding Refn, heretofore best known for making Bronson. But most people will see Drive to see Ryan Gosling drive.

Gosling’s nameless protagonist chews toothpicks and commands attention. By day, he’s a mechanic and occasional Hollywood stunt driver; by night, a freelance getaway artist. At all hours he is sexy, laconic, self-possessed and movie-hero-like. When you want to try the neat trick of using stillness to keep your movie moving, he’s the guy to call.

At one point the driver’s hapless boss and father figure, played by Bryan Cranston, says, “You put this kid behind the wheel, there’s nothing he can’t do.” And it doesn’t matter that the dialogue is dumb and meaningless because it also seems so true. Later the driver’s neighbor, played by Carey Mulligan, makes eyes at him, and he at her, and they hold the camera’s attention in a way it wants to be held. Soon enough, like some greeting card fantasy of a sensitive beefcake, he’s gently throwing her young son over his shoulder and carrying the sleepy tot to bed, in slow motion. Retro synth-pop swells up on the soundtrack and she’s done for.

Then her husband, played by Oscar Isaac, gets out of prison, and things gets a little tense. But it’s nothing a few well-built movie clichés can’t take care of. These include the One Last Job, and the Heist Gone Wrong, and they involve Albert Brooks and Ron Perlman, thugging it up and enjoying themselves. Eventually “Mad Men”’s Christina Hendricks wanders in, as if expecting not a part in a movie so much as a cross-promotional opportunity for some glossy magazine spread.

This all suits Refn, a Dane, who would like to remind us that he was born with the sort of detachedly Euro-arty sensibility that others might kill for. Especially in the most “Miami Vice”-ish moments, as Drive delves deep into its neon-lit night of the soul, you can imagine Michael Mann stoically seething with envy.

Just look how straight-facedly he lingers on his pink cursive credits; or the embroidered scorpion on the back of Gosling’s jacket; or a musical sendoff from College and Electric Youth, characterizing this deadly dreamboat driver with breathy reverie as “a real human being, and a real hero.” Totally fake, of course. But just look.

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