Drive

If I drive for you, you give me a time and a place. I give you a five-minute window, anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours no matter what. I don't sit in while you're running it down; I don't carry a gun... I drive. 

Other than Ryan Gosling’s thicker than normal, weirdo blue-collar accent delivering a monologue about his life’s method, there is nothing to reference in this movie beyond the soundtrack and a couple other lines delivered by the adult Mouseketeer. 

When asked, you don't have to lie. The soundtrack was Michael Mann cool, perhaps cooler. Also in that discussion is the car chase sequences, of which the first one reigns supreme. 

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Unless you're wheeling the drop car in a bank job, nothing too applicable here other than the toothpick, the watch around the steering wheel and the icy cold gaze calculating the maneuvers. So maybe you're picking your friend up from the airport. You're late. You open the rear door because you know he's got a carry on that's too big to fit in his lap and too small to waste time opening the trunk. You don't panic like masked dip shit #2 in the back. You monitor the scanners and gun it whilst popping in the Drive Soundtrack after a successful airport pickup. Ideally it's nighttime and you're wearing some kind of white jacket, preferably one with a scorpion on it. Doable? It better be or I don't wan't you picking me up from the airport. How bout this: shut your mouth, or I'll kick your teeth down your throat and play three of the best songs in the movie for ya. 

(Kavinski - Nightcall) 

(Desire - Under Your Spell)

(College - A Real Hero)

There's a lot of brevity in the dialogue and applying references won't be as easy as it would be for, say, Crazy, Stupid, Love. The music is certainly more important a character than the buxom redheaded Joan of Mad Men fame. What's the one way you can virtually eliminate the sex appeal of such a beautiful woman? Misdirection. Put a hunky leading male behind the wheel of a growling V-8 american muscle car being chased by an equally impressive Hemi, all while the tits remain hiding, trembling and screaming in the back...

...there was someone in the back? 


If there's romance to be seen anywhere in this movie, or anywhere in your unromantic life if you think it's so bland, try this kiss on for size to spice things up. Don't stomp the guys face in unless you are over 51% sure you saw the butt of a gun inside his coat pocket. I'm no judge, but those are my kinda odds. 

Look, this movie was poetry and only your grandmother or your hot-in-certain-lights english teacher applies poetry to their daily lives. But if you must, take care because "the way Tequila goes with lime" just won't cut it as poetry.