It’s been a while between drinks for everyone’s favourite DonkeyFire review section, ‘Entertaining Myself’, and strictly speaking, this edition involved the entertainment of myself AND Tom ‘Big Cat’ Cusbert. And in a way, the word ‘entertainment’ in this instance is a bit of a misnomer: the film we watched was more like having your brain and nervous system frayed, then split open, then flayed. But in a good way.
The film in question was ‘Drive’, from director Nicolas Winding Refn and staring everyone’s favourite baby goose/butterscotch surprise, Ryan Gosling. Straight up, let me say this: I enjoyed this film immensely, and the more I reflect on it, the more I like it. It had so many elements that were perfect (in my humble, bloggy opinion): incredibly stylized, gorgeous cinematography (reminicent of Heat, which seemed to be a bit of an influence), excellent casting, perfect soundtrack, not to mention the pacing of the film.
But it was also quite possibly the most tense two hours of my entire life. Refn uses plot, sparse dialogue, long shots and a pulsating, synth driven score to tie the audience in knots: Tom and I were literally rolling around the couch and hugging our legs from the tension. And when the tension breaks, it usually involves MEGA, FUCK OFF VIOLENCE. Seriously, this could be the most violent film I’ve ever seen: think A History of Violence being raped by a muscle car on meth. That doesn’t make sense, but I’m sticking with it.
I really cannot recommend this film more highly. If you can stomach the hectic violence, then get your hands on it.
5 out of 5 crushed skulls.