My favorite movie of the year so far. Pure. Cinema.
I’ll write something for real but this is just me yammering my thoughts. I will avoid spoilers.
Realism is for suckers.
It is so fucking in love with being a movie. Joy. Car chases filmed as poetry. Music as soul and pulse, Baby Driver’s heart is old Soul records from Stax and diners at 2am. Sincerity and softness expressed in a masculine genre, of all the shitty anti-heroes we get, it is nice to see someone who is nice? Who makes dinner for his Dad?. A crime film filmed like a classic musical. Stylization that inform character and theme. The camera moves like a dancer. I haven’t seen a movie so in love with music and how much that love pops off the frame and isn’t afraid of how sappy it can make us. The real cars being driven for real doing real stunts are amazing. The film is earnest and wears its heart on its sleeve in an era of cool cynicism. It makes me believe in the magic of cinema I felt as a child can still be found as a “seen it all” adult. I hope you see it on the big screen nice and loud and feel some of the joy I felt and if you don’t, we are two very different people.
It 100% deserves the best editing oscar.
Fuckkkkk that scene set to The Damned’s “Neat Neat Neat”
A certain scene of violence.
That steadycam shot during the opening credits.
The use of color during the final action scene.
The first film I can remember being nostalgic for iPods.
The hidden cuts during the foot chase scene!
How good the blocking and compositions are!
I am sucker for stories about found families.