Drive: Film Review
Normally, I’m not one to go into too much detail about how I enjoyed a film, but Drive is a special case for me. Not only can I not describe it in words, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s certainly not for everyone, but it’s definitely the best movie I’ve seen all year, and one of the best in the past couple of years.
The film is paced much like a Summer Blockbuster, but with a feeling of also Kurosawa-esque slow shots as Nicholas Winding Refn takes his time and ratchets up the intensity tenfold. The Synth-Pop Soundtrack adds almost an 80’s style sensibility, but never takes you out of the action and perfectly fits the mood of each sequence.
It is a brutally violent film, in some cases it shocks you because you don’t know what’s going to happen next, much like a Tarantino film. It is overall very quiet, and the narrative story-telling is mostly told in Ryan Gosling’s reactions throughout the film. The acting is superb, without a single hitch in any performance by the actors. Incredible, in your face cinematography provides a sense of gruesome pleasure in all the small moments and is quick to remind you that you are just along for the ride.
I can’t say enough about this modern masterpiece. An American setting with European sensibilities make this one of the most unique and compelling movies possibly ever made.
If you love film, or even have an inkling to see the film, you will find something to love about Drive.
Rock it, don’t stop it.
This weekend has been really nice and quiet. I’m glad that tomorrow I have some time to relax as well because shit is about to hit the motherfuckin’ fan.
I got assignments to do, people to see, places to go, things to read, things to write, and I still need to be able to make enough time for myself.
But for just this moment in time, I am satisfied to a reasonable level.
Thank Goodness for weekends.
Take a walk on the Wild Side
So I’m sitting here wondering what the fuck I’m going to do. I really don’t know. I’m lost in the moment. Time is a blur.
I wish I could say I knew what direction I’m going in, and I’m not talking about school, I’m talking about LIFE.
These have been the best 4 months I’ve had in years. I’m having fun, I’m meeting new people, I have friends, I’m more spontaneous… Things just get hectic.
The identity crisis is still happening, but now it’s starting to focus down into something more refined. The goal, it seems, is at a distance, but it is coming into frame. The image is turning from a blur into something tangible. Something real.
I don’t know what my next step is. It’s probably that I shouldn’t take one. Maybe this will come to me if I stop taking action for a little while. That doesn’t mean that I won’t be doing something with myself, it just means letting go of a habit.
Frankly, I don’t have any habits that get in the way, other than procrastination of course, but that’s not really something that gets in the way either. This air of unsure understanding is fascinating to me.
I’m speeding down the highway, moving fast, and nothing’s slowing me down.