Feeling the Adrenaline in 'Drive'.

'Drive' proves that it doesn't need to take the speed of 'Fast & Furious' and the violence of 'Death Race'. It rather decides to create its own speed and violence which are both stunning and, because your focus is glued to your screens and you are kept doing 'nothing' else, idling.

Caution: Sickly people are about to get squeamish--

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Gosling plays a driver who was unnamed through the running time (let's follow what the movie does name him: 'Driver'. Of course it ain't his real name, you prodigy ass!), is a driver by day and night only by different degrees. He works for Shannon (Bryan Cranston) who makes him a commoner mechanic and stunt double by day and then a dirty behind-the-wheel hands by night. With the intention of not spoiling any more shrewdly written plot, let's end the snippet to this one: 'a series of events will 'Drive' you crazy'!

The movie takes you to a one-time road trip with incredible speed as though you are in a race car nature tripping. Working behind the cam, director Nicolas Winding Refn does in truth maneuvers the film through a smooth arid landscape, on the contrary filled with violence and grit.

The pacing of 'Drive' is intentionally put to a fluctuating pace though never holding out that proves to be gluing. Story-wise: none you could be complacent about unless the very slight disappoint toward the end.

Scarcely, you will love the mystery beneath the clothes of 'Driver' and the remaining is of certainty not hate. It is rather feelings of ambivalence--No. Feelings that are unknown and inexplicable. 'Drive' creates an ensemble of great actors led by Ryan Gosling, who I also liked under the shades of 'The Ides of March'.

Violently frenzy in a certainly stunning fashion, 'Drive' is one bumpy ride that takes you to the edge of your seat and out of the gas pedal.