Ryan Gosling. Need we say more? Well, yes because I need to elaborate further on his sexiness. His charisma accelerates as he steers away from the rom-com hunk to a stuntman turned getaway driver, in this stylistic LA noir.
Let’s face it; anyone who has either laid eyes on Gosling has instantly falling in love, whether that was through his portrayal of a “cool guardian angel” in Crazy Stupid Love or puppy dog eyed Noah in The Notebook. Now, let’s take this typecast actor and drop him into the driver’s seat of this slick, pulp thriller. Magic.
There’s something about Ryan Gosling that makes him special as an actor, and that’s not just because of his blue-eyes and great abs. It’s the way he remains quiet and gently takes us through a scene simultaneously making us crave more. In Drive, he’s a Hollywood stuntman who is surprisingly fashionably aware of himself, with his quilted scorpion jacket and sexy shades. He’s shown as the best stuntman there is, and is paid a significant amount of money for his job. He can drive at terrifying speeds and has absolutely no fear. This man is so brave and masculine. Then of course, we’re introduced to the other side of his life: the criminal side. He’s being hooked up crime by a garage owner, a likeable crook called Shannon (Bryan Cranston). At this moment, we’re thinking he’s the manliest of men, and this is a man’s film.
Gosling’s life looks like it’s taking a turn back into the rom-com world when he falls quietly in love with his next-door neighbour Irene (Carey Mulligan, who is always playing the part of the annoying woman that ruins the romance), she’s a single mum with the cutest little boy who of course shares some crowd-pleasing moments of tenderness with Mr. Ryan Gosling- the man who knows how to charm the pants off the wives in the audience.
This is the moment in a film when I’m done for the day. I want every story to end happily, but of course where would we be in the world of cinema if everything turned out okay? Frankly, we’d be a bit bored. So, of course there’s another contender- she’s got a husband. He’s a criminal, called Standard and this is where our little world of crooks, cars and girls comes full circle. Irene’s husband gets out of prison, but he’s got caught up in some trouble with the wrong guys. Of course, our Prince Charming-Gosling jumps in for Irene’s sake and helps the guy out with one last driving job, which goes horribly wrong.
We’re in love with this man. He’s a quiet, in love and all he wants to do is help a stranger. He’s a beautiful human being. Then it takes a shocking turn onto a dodgy backstreet, we’ve been on the highway this whole time. He makes a point of not carrying a gun, because he’s that kind of man. I kind of wish he had, because this one last job seems to unlock a psychopathic need for extreme brutality. Our handsome hero horrifyingly stomps on another man’s head as if it were a watermelon. It is truly shocking. However, this is where we find room for a plot hole- how is he doing this in an incautious location, with the body airily undisposed of?
Gosling’s got this rule. It’s supposedly his mark of uber-professionalism. He agrees he will drive the crooks to where they need to go but he will only wait 5 minutes for them to get the job done and get back to the vehicle. This all seems a little silly in comparison to the extreme super-cool brutality of this film. However, why do we need to worry about these minor technicalities- isn’t this film is all about style? Yes, it’s about looking cool, getting the job done and driving away.
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