2. To give you an idea of what director Nicolas Winding Refn is up to in "Drive," note that the lead character has no name: He is simply "Driver." (Apparently it's like that in the slim novel the film is "based" on as well.) He's played by Ryan Gosling as if Gosling, in another one of those acting experiments he seems to conduct entirely in his own brain, was curious what Steve McQueen would be like if played emo. When we meet Driver, we know nothing about him other than that he's a getaway driver and a stuntman; you spend the rest of the movie waiting for more backstory that Refn and Gosling don't really care to provide. He is just Hero, and he is excellent at driving cars. (And Refn makes sure he looks excellent driving cars.) He works for a bumbling but likable mechanic (Bryan Cranston) who's constantly getting himself into trouble with a movie producer-turned-crime lord (Albert Brooks). Why does he work for such a loser? Why is he such a good driver? What's his plan? What's he doing here? If you're asking such questions, "Drive" has already lost you. This is a music video.
3. The movie hits its moody groove when Driver meets and falls for (maybe? I'm still not sure Driver has human emotions) a mother (Carey Mulligan, who doesn't have much to do) whose husband is in prison; when the husband is released and finds himself embroiled in the crime world again, Driver steps in to save the family only to run into exactly the wrong people. I've spent too much time on plot already. Refn isn't interested in moral ambiguity or layered subtlety: He is preoccupied with the artifice of movies, of taking the genre of heist thrillers, with their strong silent heroes and "action" "scenes," and basically wringing them for every drop of sweat and blood he can get. The movie is essentially one riveting set-piece after another, Refn preening around what he and his actors can do, seducing you into their world even if none of it means anything. The '80s New Order-esque score by Cliff Martinez lulls you into the film's archetypes of Good and Evil and those dream-like flights through the endless, labyrinthine, pulsating streets of Los Angeles, then, just when you're settling into the vibe, someone's head gets bashed in. This happens over and over, scenes of shocking violence ripping you out of the film's almost autoerotic affectations. This is Refn's one trick in "Drive," and it is a measure of his skill and dedication to it that works, pretty much every time.