The white and gold scorpion jacket, a pulsating soundtrack, and some fine engine revs, Drive taps into the depths–or shallows–of masculinity for a stylish neo-noir. Gosling’s glossy stare of equal parts mystique and confusion is played to great effect here in his role as the unnamed driver. His quiet demeanor paired with a simple plot accentuate the dream-like ebb and flow of violence and romance.
But Drive is most in its element when behind the driver’s seat. The opening sequence, where Gosling must evade the police after a heist, is a masterful example of fine cinematography and great lighting. Streetlights illuminate just enough to show that Drive is a beautiful, brutal nightmare.