Film Review: Baby Driver – Edgar Wright’s Best Film Yet?

By Fraser Nunn (@badknitbear)

Have you seen Baby Driver yet?

If not, go see it. If you have, go see it again. I don’t want to do that review thing where you say how good a film is and it kinda swells the anticipation and your heart beats faster at the thought of going to see the film and then you get in there and you have such a massive idea of what the films going to be that you’re left with the cinematic equivalent to blue balls.

What I do want to do is just express to you all how damn exciting it was to see this film in the cinema. For years my top five films have been secured by 80’s Classics and 90’s brilliance but that has been well and truly invaded by Edgar Wright’s instant Classic Baby Driver. The film is essentially about this young guy called Baby. Yes, B-a-b-y, Baby. He gets in bed (not literally) with Kevin Spacey’s character Doc and winds up as his go to Getaway driver. From then on, the film follows this quiet kid around his life as a getaway driver and his home life as he tried to break free from his mundane job… as a getaway driver for a major crime boss.

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Past the basic stuff now, the film has one of the best opening scenes of any film ever (I may have said the same thing about Guardians of the Galaxy vol2 but trust me this time). It’s amazing, taking a massive amount of influence from Edgar Wright’s 2003 Music Video for Mint Royale (this video was the birth of the script for Baby Driver) with the crew heading into the bank to start the heist and Baby showing the world how to rock a lipsync in the car and not look obnoxious AF. Bellbottoms blasting, we are left out of the action, focussed on Baby and what he’s seeing and it’s honestly just perfect – every beat is so well timed I had actual shivers.

This theme continues throughout the film: the music was Wright’s primary asset in Baby Driver, and there are countless scenes in which the music matches the scene perfectly but it’s so much more than a backing up tune. We’re hearing what the characters hear and we’re experiencing everything along side Baby. We hear his emotions played out in song form, we hear his joy, his anger, his fear and frustration and we hear his confidence. Baby is well written and complex and the music tells us this story.

The Harlem Shuffle walk, in which Baby is picking up coffee post heist, shows just how much Wright can do with really basic scenes, keep an eye on the grafitti in the background of this scene and admire the timing and the choreography, it’s truly stunning and it’s not the only one. The film is full of beautiful cars, and beautiful driving sequences and chase scenes, yet one of the best chase scenes comes when Baby is on the run on foot practically dancing as he goes, easily becoming one of the film’s strongest scenes.

It’s no surprise that after all this rambling that I’ll say this – Baby Driver is one of the best films I’ve seen in quite some time. Its sublime editing, writing and direction, all thanks to Mr Edgar Wright, helps to solidify itself as one of the year’s finest flicks and makes it another strong addition to the British marvel’s filmography. Only time will tell if it can really take the title of “best film yet” but with a phenomenal soundtrack, Wright’s trademark aesthetic and the aforementioned writing, you’re doing yourself a disservice by not seeing this film – let Edgar Wright and Baby take you on a wild ride.






Dr Sleepdeprived: How I Learned To Start Worrying and Love Nothing

If you remember my blog post yesterday (chances are you probably don’t) then you’ll remember how it was called “everything is shite and it’s all Jeremy Clarkson’s fault”. Although I may not be able to put Clarkson behind bars before he does it himself, I can still say one thing: everything is shite.


I’ve started using my phone to get my newspapers so that I can still sit about in my bed till 5 o’clock in the afternoon and not feel so guilty. Typically I’ll just get the metro since it’s impartial and , most importantly, free. Within the first few pages of today’s issue, I had already read about how the UK is trailing behind other countries in battling the most common types of cancer. Even while I was reading the piece I remembered the study that took place where somebody had developed cancer after extensive use of their mobile phone over ten years and immediately chucked my phone away. Even if you were worried about your health, it seems like wether you’re a woman or a young child you’d be better off not going to the doctors with news stories exposing the filthy crimes of doctors becoming even more of a daily occurrence.

You’d maybe think just because of that one issue why don’t you just move somewhere else like America. Well to get there you’d need to go by plane and flying at the moment is a big NO at the moment, almost like thinking that socket of yours needs a bit of a fixing and wielding your fork to fix it. Today’s plane crash in the French Alps in unsurprisingly not the first. Over the past year there’s been as many plane crashes as there has been terrible Adam Sandler films. Scientists are still trying to figure out which one is worse.

So just by checking the news briefly I’ve found out that I’m pretty much fucked if I’m diagnosed with a terminal illness and that there’s no chance of my flying without being knocked out beforehand. There’s even worse shit going on around the world that we’re all very much aware of that don’t worry us as much but are still there nestled at the back of your mind such as terrorism.

ISIS/IS/ISIL/IS Club 7 are still around and are fucking shit up like yer da playing laser quest. If they’re not fucking up historic landmarks and filling up graves with troops then they’re brainwashing teenagers from Britain with their propaganda. They’d probably save more money if they just sponsored some British vloggers, you’d have your membership tripling in no time.

I guess it’s not all so bad. David Cameron says he won’t be serving a third term, must be something to do with reptilians having a shorter lifespan, and Ed Milliband is getting called a “fucking knob” by other MPs.

If all else fails and the world does ultimately go to shit, we can all just hippy circle around that massive bomb from WW2 just found in South East London and go out while recreating Woodstock. Just don’t fly down if you’re coming from Scotland.