Movie Review – ‘Baby Driver’ – “A Rock & Roll Fable”

Written and Directed by Edgar Wright
Cast: Ansel Elgort, Kevin Spacey, Lily James, Eiza González, Jon Hamm, Jamie Foxx, Jon Bernthal, CJ Jones, Flea, Lanny Joon, Sky Ferreira, Allison King, Big Boi, Killer Mike, Paul Williams, Sidney Sewell, Thurman Sewell, Jon Spencer, Walter Hill
Soundtrack: Steven Price

I love me some Edgar Wright.

From Spaced, to the Cornetto Trilogy, and even Scott Pilgrim (And have I mentioned I’m still disappointed that Marvel couldn’t work it out with him on Ant-Man? Although his fingerprints are still very much there), the man’s resume is impeccable.

Still, for some reason I couldn’t figure out, I was worried about Baby Driver (which apparently is also the title of a Simon & Garfunkel song; The More You Know).

Maybe the studio just didn’t know how to market it (I mean, this is Sony we’re talking about).  Maybe he’d changed, or I’d changed, or we’d both changed.  Maybe he was going in a new direction and I just wasn’t ready for it.  For whatever reason, something inside me kept saying, “I don’t know about this one.”

Fortunately, my fears were quickly allayed, as I realized not long into the runtime that this film is the best thing he’s done in ten years.

As you’d expect from Edgar Wright, Baby Driver consists of layers upon layers upon layers (including the spirit of Atlanta), as it’s clearly influenced by Walter Hill’s The Driver (which influenced Nicolas Winding Refn’Drive), which itself was based on Jean-Pierre Melville’s Le Samouraï (which influenced many films, including Jim Jarmusch’s Ghost Dog).

However, as wonderful and influential as those two films are (I’d personally recommend both of them), and as much as there are echoes of all of his previous works throughout, Wright’s Baby is very much its own…baby: a symphony of cars, music, and that signature kinetic energy like we’ve never quite seen before.

Tone-wise, it’s by far the most serious film Edgar has ever done, and it’s got plenty of bite to back up the bark, but that doesn’t mean it’s not without a genuine sense of humor; I’d compare it to The Nice Guys in that regard (unfortunately, the trailers are playing up the humor way too much, making the movie look borderline farcical; it didn’t even occur to me that the movie was rated-R until the second or third F-bomb).  This is both a major strength and a minor weakness, because the tonal shifts don’t always quite jibe, but, like I said, it’s a small flaw in a large masterpiece.

In terms of car action, I’m going to say this is the most visceral work I’ve seen since Mad Max: Fury Road (if you’ve got another legitimate nominee from the past two years, I’m all ears).  Edgar Wright himself said 95% of the car stuff is for real, both inside and out, and it shows.  There’s even one chase that might rival To Live and Die in L.A., which I never thought I’d ever say about any movie.  Frankly, I’m not sure it’s even worth attempting to describe the breadth of the gratuitous vehicular action; you truly must see it for yourself.

Of course, all of this might be for naught if the story and the performances weren’t up to par (down to par?), but not to worry.  I wouldn’t put every performance in the same basket, but the core of Ansel Elgort, Kevin Spacey, and Lily James is rock solid, which is all that really matters; everybody else is free to be as much of a character (or caricature, depending on your perspective) as they want to be.

If I have any other criticisms besides the occasional odd tonal shift, it’s that the movie is sometimes just a bit too much, in that the camera is almost always moving (though at least they could afford a steadicam, unlike some people), and the soundtrack is sometimes a bit too noisy.  Maybe I’m just becoming an old man, I don’t know, but I never felt like I was having sensory overload watching Fury Road, whereas Baby Driver had it creep in a few times.

All-in-all though, there’s not much to complain about.  Some might say Baby Driver is style over substance, but sometimes the style is the substance (e.g. Guy Ritchie’s The Man From U.N.C.L.E.).  I say it’s one of the best movies of the year, and I bet I’ll still be saying that come New Year’s Eve.

Whether you’re a die-hard Edgar Wright fanatic or a new fish, if you like gunfights, car chases, and proper action (and music), this film is for you.  This was an idea that’d been brewing in his head for a long time, and we are fortunate to see it come to fruition.

Rating: ★★★★½ (out of five)

Classic Movie Review – ‘Major League’ (Grant & Danny’s Movie Madness)

Major League

Original Release Date: April 7, 1989
Written and Directed by David S. Ward
Cast: Tom Berenger, Charlie Sheen, Corbin Bernsen, Margaret Whitton, James Gammon, Rene Russo, Wesley Snipes, Chelcie Ross, Dennis Haysbert, Andy Romano, Bob Uecker, Neil Flynn
Soundtrack: James Newton Howard

Sometimes in life you get REESE’S moments.

It’s no secret that I love Alamo Drafthouse more than I love cake, ice cream, or a combination of the two, but what may be surprising, given that I am an out-of-market listener, is that I’m a loyal fan of The Grant & Danny Show (on 106.7 FM in the greater Washington D.C. area).

So, when the guys on the program said that not only would they be creating a “Movie Madness” bracket (not to be confused with National Lampoon’s Movie Madness, which also featured Margaret Whitton) of sports films to vote upon, but would also be showing the winning movie at their local Alamo Drafthouse, of course I said to myself, “I’m there,” despite the near-300 mile drive entailed.

Was it worth it?

Movie Madness

Yeah, it was worth it.  After all, it’s not every day you get to meet the crew from one of your favorite XM radio programs, as well as other loyal listeners.  Plus, we all got to watch a great movie together.

As I said when I briefly talked about Goon, I have one rule about comedic films: make me laugh.  Major League achieves this, and so much more; I think one could say it actually affected professional baseball as we know it (more on that later).

Let’s start when he was twelve at the beginning, with the opening credits: a montage of Cleveland sights and sounds as well as back page headlines chronicling the Indians’ mediocrity though the decades, all set to Randy Newman’s “Burn On”.  Now, did they choose this song only because it’s about Cleveland?  Or were they also making a subtle reference to the fact that Randy Newman scored The Natural?  Either way, it’s the perfect choice.

It sounds horribly obvious, but good choices seem to be the key as to why Major League works so well (especially when compared to Major League II, which goes full-on broad comedy and I don’t want to talk about it).  Take the casting.  Tom Berenger as grizzled veteran catcher Jake Taylor works; he’s the steady hand that keeps the team together.  Charlie Sheen (who I believe actually pitched in high school) as reprobate hardball thrower Rick Vaughn is believable, despite some of the innate silliness of the character.  Wesley Snipes as Ricky Henderson clone Willie Mays Hays is as cocky as he needs to be.  And last, but absolutely not least, James Gammon as manager Lou Brown is the perfect combination of heart and toughness that I’d want in a real-life baseball manager.  Even smaller roles like Andy Romano as coach Pepper Leach have the right je ne sais quoi.

The plot of a trophy widow owner assembling a team so bad that attendance will drop to the point of being able to get out of the contract with the city and move to Miami is a fine comedic premise, but what makes Major League truly special is that even though there are some wacky funny bits (like the nominally Christian pitcher who tells the voodoo practitioner, “[Jesus] isn’t fooled,” while he himself is reading a Hustler magazine), it also legitimately works as a sports movie.  I have to admit, in spite of all the silliness, I got a little emotional at the end.

It’s because the baseball scenes are largely taken seriously that the movie triumphs.  Not to say that somebody couldn’t nitpick it to death (for one thing, I’ve never seen that many women at a ballgame), but there’s nothing as egregious as the “Martell crossed” moment in The Replacements (where Shane Falco goes from quarterback to fisherman in an instant, because there are no backups in this universe).  On the contrary, when Pedro Cerrano hits one out of the park, rounds the bases, celebrates with his teammates, and then comes back out of the dugout for a curtain call, it feels completely real; by far one of the best sequences in the film.  I also like the “calm before the storm” ahead of the one-game playoff, when everybody’s in the locker room just trying to relax, or get stretched out, or visualizing the big moments to come.

All of this of course brings us to the sequence that actually changed baseball, where “Wild Thing” Ricky Vaughn walks from the bullpen to the mound while the crowd goes crazy to his eponymous theme music (performed by X, of all people), setting the standard for Closers to come (although it was a non-save situation for Ricky).  As far as I can find, no pitcher before the release of Major League ever walked onto the field to music, but it’s certainly become commonplace since.

In the end, I’d be remiss if I didn’t give proper credit to writer and director David S. Ward.  It was his movie, it was his dream, it was his labor of love, and it’s fantastic.  You know you’re doing something right when you can get an audience to cheer for the Cleveland Indians when they never would otherwise.

Much like real March Madness brackets, Major League might not the best sports movie of all time, but it sure felt like a worthy champion this year.

Rating: ★★★★½ (out of five)

P.S. Shout out to Wookie of the Year for bringing Astro donuts to the event.  I had a s’mores donut and it was ¡muy delicioso!

P.P.S. Bob Uecker.  That is all.