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Post by Sprague Dawley on Apr 2, 2019 6:58:41 GMT
Drive (2011)
This one stars La La Land sooky dancer Ryan Gosling as the smoldering quiet guy who drives brrm brrm cars. First half of film he's all sombre and solemn with his impregnable pauses and baleful inscrutability. Second half he's Steven Seagal with his tits on fire.
Was tough to tell where film was going but Gosling drew me in with his quiet foreboding menace. The love interest says fuckall too. Just standing there silently, same as Easter Island Ryan with her chest going up and down a bit unnaturally. Maybe heart arrythmia. Or maybe a chick stiffy for heart-throb Ryan.
When the violence does eventually tee off it's straight down the middle of the fairway and right through your fucking skull. The barge arse ginger spunk from tv hit show Mad Men gets her skull JFK'd right the fuck off in the dunny.
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Post by pussycat on Apr 3, 2019 13:32:25 GMT
I did see this, and it was some decent style over substance. I like the jacket. Don't know if I really ever need to see it again. The same director did a much better movie called "Valhalla Rising," a period piece about vikings, that I remember enjoying, but don't remember much about. I think he's also responsible for "The Neon Demon," which I never saw but looks like even more style over substance.
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Jul 1, 2021 10:17:03 GMT
Classy!
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