Not a review. “Drive” (2011) was insanely good. “Arthouse Transporter”, or what you will, you care so much about Driver and the synthpop soundtrack that pulses through the film. Then of course there is the infamous elevator scene. Lights and shadows; a juxtaposition of Driver’s capacity for extreme tenderness and ruthless violence. Frames shot with our protagonist – who is “a real human being and a real hero” – deliberately off-centre. Someone, something, is always missing. To think I wrote Ryan Gosling off as that pretty boy in “The Notebook”. Also, at the end where you hold your breath as he keeps his eyes open for a whole minute, and heave a sigh of relief, when he finally blinks.