Drive Review: Drive surfaces the glimpses of grim yet holds the chords of affection in a subtle rhythm

Still from Drive 

We look around the vast green fields that exhibits the moral touch of versatility, with the surrounding that nourishes through, its flavour of glee that flows through our veins each passing moment. Its that ecstatic touch that drives us onto the edges of morality with the pinch of hope and trust on its surface. We are alive standing in that same field of life with the beauty that surrounds us, the air that blows through the face, touching the hair and evoking a bliss that lasts forever in our hearts. We strangle through the barriers that steps in the front gear, resisting the breath every moment but the trust, the hope and the love never perishes, it’s the immortal entity that puts forth the surreal touch onto our life. We fall, we cry, we scream, we hide but we never look down, indeed w hold the hold firmly never letting it go and thus the strong aren’t loosened, are hopes aren’t diminishing, our love stands still and drives the essence on the narrow track of grim far along. Its poignant, its dark, when we get through the hollow side of law, it strangles the chords of destiny, perpetuating the anguish and pain. The whole world is a bloody business where we risk every bit of us to see the light shining over our face as the morning pulls through.

Driving our foot towards the edges, raise several attributes on the stand, we are into the dark craters that any moment can diminish us into the ashes of inexistence. The layers subside us, dilutes the presence, putting the reality into the forefront for us to witness the grim through which we are surrounded. Drive defines the subtle affection and care for the people that are around you, elevating the stakes of your life higher each second but this reality is dilapidated, the present is dull, its gloomy yet it’s us who have to find our way through it, holding the hands firmly, with hope that never dies and the love that persist all along.

Director Nicholas Winding Refn carves the layers in a visually brilliant tone dwelling on the pain, the grim that persist in the hearts, with each beat narrowing down every passing second. Making its way all along from the novel of the same name written by James Sallis, the director crafts the strings all along beautifully evoking an ecstatic rawness into the screens without losing the chords that drive through the symbolic presence of the lead characters and the actions. 

Drive centres around a Stuntman (Ryan Gosling) who has pushed his limits onto the edges to get himself off the coast to fight against the attribute of heist and the goons that are packed behind the course. It in a subtle rhythm evokes the love and its beauty that flows trough every firm touch that are visually stranded concrete by the director. Irene (Carey Mulligan) derives an essence onto the screen with her presence that is strong, its real, its raw and it’s the reflection of the way she stands forth. The flight of the situation evokes gore when Irene husbands Standard (Oscar Isaac) turns his hope onto the table of the hollow business that calls for blood and anguish in every moment it stands. Ryan Gosling with his commendable performance evokes the strings in a realistic tone yet standing himself high against the odds to cover Irene and her son from the mafia, risking every bit to see a warm touch in her face. The aesthetic and essence build the storyline with the BGM (Background Music)  evoking the layers strong every second, the editing was on the edge dwelling the surrounding elements holding tight each bit as it unfolds. The most subtle yet beautifully engaging call, was the ensemble cast starring Bryan Cranston, Ron Pearlman, Albert Brooks, Christina Hendricks and other actors, putting every bit of their heart onto the skin of the character flawlessly executing the visual brilliance onto the screen.

Surrounding itself with the hollow entities and the poignant business that runs through the lane, Drive cannot be called as an exception out into the filed where crime movie are driving its foot through, the storyline even been brilliant was predictable at moments, even though gripping the audience to crave for the visual touch evoked through the cinematography by Newton Thomas Sigel, it had pulled through the ecstatic chords beautifully though reminding the audience the gore and the action prevailed through passage of cinema through times. It had its own core structure that cannot be denied with Director Nicholas Winding Refn, on the seats gripping the cinematic brilliance firmly.

Drive subtly hold the emotional chords of the viewers defining the subtext of pain and anguish that lies embedded throughout our life. It surfaces itself with the metaphorical presentation of love and the subsequent layers of hope and entity that binds us through. We love someone, we care for them, we stand by their side but who knows whether we can put every bit of us to see the smile in their face. The broken pieces of life with its rhythmic touch of hope is the visual brilliance of Drive that stands it tall. Dive into the 1 hour 35 min, to feel the rush that ecstatically drives through the lane of abysmal reality.