REVIEW: BABY DRIVER
Crack cocaine is commonly used as a recreational drug. The effects of crack cocaine consumption include euphoria, supreme confidence, loss of appetite, insomnia, alertness, increased energy, a craving for more crack cocaine and giving Edgar Wright’s musical heist movie, Baby Driver, a five star review.
Ansel Elgort is Baby, a getaway driver in thrall to crime boss Kevin Spacey after pinching one of his cars with a boot full of swag way back when. Baby listens to music constantly in order to drown out a ringing in his ears caused by the injuries he sustained in a car crash in his youth that killed his mother. It’s a clever gimmick that allows Wright to set most of the scenes to music and the soundtrack throws up some gems, but no more than your average episode of Fargo.
Baby falls in love with a waitress (Lily James) and although they make a cute couple, they don’t melt the screen as a pair and the sub plot involving his blind foster father is nothing but filler. For the first ten minutes as Baby mimes songs and dances around l wanted to give the annoying little shit a dry slap but that faded and I got behind the kid though reports of his charm have been greatly exaggerated.
It’s the villains that make the experience worthwhile. Jamie Foxx is the stand out with an air of genuine menace. Jon Hamm returns to villainy with aplomb before he turns into The Terminator and Eliza González’s agent will have been getting more phone calls off the back of her slight but sparky turn.
And that’s it. It’s a good caper movie with a good soundtrack. Nothing more and yet some of the reviews and tweets flying round would have you believe it’s the second coming of Christ. Even if the script didn’t crumble into a sloppy mess after the post office robbery, what went before was good rather than great. The stunts are good, rather than great, the dialogue is good, rather than great. It’s a good flick, it’s not a great flick so why critics are falling over themselves to declare their undying love is utterly mysterious. Yes, it’s not a superhero movie, or a giant robot movie and it’s refreshing to see something a little left-field but when Mark Kermode compares it to True Romance, you have to wonder about the quality of the rock he’s been piping.
I like Edgar Wright, he’s got the skills to pay the bills and the man never fails to entertain but is he the genius of repute? As a wise man once said,”Let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks quite yet.”
Baby Driver is out now.