The Driver (1978)
Country: US
Technical: col 91m
Director: Walter Hill
Cast: Ryan O'Neal, Bruce Dern, Isabelle Adjani, Ronee Blakley
Synopsis:
A cop baits a getaway driver who is just too smart to be caught.
Review:
A seventies car fest with a difference: there is a refreshing absence of the background music which usually accompanies such things, along with a superfluity of screeching tyres. The cypher-like characters, known only by their 'role' names, lend the film a European flavour which just about steers clear of pretentiousness. The expendables are the usual Hill gallery of punks, and O'Neal and Adjani deliver blank, affectless performances; only Dern really bothers to entertain us, with his customary laconic/sarcastic schtick. Violent, and not a little tedious, it was channelled by Nicolas Winding Refn in his even more violent Drive (2011).
Country: US
Technical: col 91m
Director: Walter Hill
Cast: Ryan O'Neal, Bruce Dern, Isabelle Adjani, Ronee Blakley
Synopsis:
A cop baits a getaway driver who is just too smart to be caught.
Review:
A seventies car fest with a difference: there is a refreshing absence of the background music which usually accompanies such things, along with a superfluity of screeching tyres. The cypher-like characters, known only by their 'role' names, lend the film a European flavour which just about steers clear of pretentiousness. The expendables are the usual Hill gallery of punks, and O'Neal and Adjani deliver blank, affectless performances; only Dern really bothers to entertain us, with his customary laconic/sarcastic schtick. Violent, and not a little tedious, it was channelled by Nicolas Winding Refn in his even more violent Drive (2011).
Country: US
Technical: col 91m
Director: Walter Hill
Cast: Ryan O'Neal, Bruce Dern, Isabelle Adjani, Ronee Blakley
Synopsis:
A cop baits a getaway driver who is just too smart to be caught.
Review:
A seventies car fest with a difference: there is a refreshing absence of the background music which usually accompanies such things, along with a superfluity of screeching tyres. The cypher-like characters, known only by their 'role' names, lend the film a European flavour which just about steers clear of pretentiousness. The expendables are the usual Hill gallery of punks, and O'Neal and Adjani deliver blank, affectless performances; only Dern really bothers to entertain us, with his customary laconic/sarcastic schtick. Violent, and not a little tedious, it was channelled by Nicolas Winding Refn in his even more violent Drive (2011).