Friday, June 30, 2017

Baby Driver (2017) [Midnight Movie]


You know what Baby Driver reminds me of? A musical version of Layer Cake, which was one of the finest crime movies of the twenty-first century. No, it's not a musical, it's just musical, man. Anyone who saw Edgar Wright's previous movies know what I'm talking about. His stuff doesn't move like your run-of-the-mill genre movie. Music plays a big part, sure, but you don't always have to hear it to feel it... a point the movie makes quite literally.

The kid's name is Baby. He's the getaway driver for Kevin Spacey who plays a business savvy crook. Spacey never uses the same crew twice in a row, but ever since he met Baby he uses him on each and every heist he organizes. Speaking of heists: you never really see them. The movie's not about the heists. It's all about the driver and the orbital role he plays in Spacey's underworld.

Baby wants out because he never really wanted in. It turns out he owes Spacey a lot of money due to an unfortunate coincidence. The details don't matter. What matters is Baby's in love and when things fall apart, as they inevitably do in crime movies, his ruthless associates set their sights on his girlfriend.

The first scene of Baby Driver contains more wit and creativity than most summer movies can muster in two hours. As soon as it's over, Wright treats us to a stunningly choreographed credits sequence, which tracks Baby as he goes out to order coffee. He's not quite dancing, but he's not merely walking, either. He's a character, I think, who's modeled after Han Solo and Gene Kelly. How do I explain it? Just see it.

As he's waiting for his coffee, she walks by the window. And my god, that moment... it's movie magic, plain and simple. Everything else doesn't matter. That tiny moment is what matters and the movie is so effortless at making it clear. Baby and his waitress girlfriend were destined for each other. Their scenes together are so good they hurt.

You know what irritates me? Hearing moviegoers say they're sick of seeing car chases and romance on the screen. But aren't those just about the two most cinematic things you can get at the theater? It's like saying you're sick of seeing tragedies on the stage. If these people really mean to say they're sick of seeing routine car chases and lazy romances, then I wholeheartedly agree. Baby Driver proves it's not the subject matter that's the problem, it's the bloated studios' inability to get this stuff right.

I adore crime movies. Seeing a good one can pump me up like no other genre. Unfortunately, the audience I saw this movie with had no pulse. Go see the weekend showing, with a large group of friends, at one of those theaters that serves beer. This is electric stuff, maybe even Wright's best. I walked out of the movie over two hours ago and I'm still on cloud nine.

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