Edgar Wright’s kinetic resume—Shawn of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, and Scott Pilgrim Versus the world—proves he’s no stranger to mastering rhythm and motion in film. Some have reduced his most recent movie, Baby Driver to nothing but a series of music videos. But Wrights direction, writing, and editing—and hell, even his music choices—elevate Baby Driver to audio visual dance.
I apologize if you just threw up in your mouth at that sentence, but Baby Driver gushes with heart. Something I long for in movies. Which easily ranks it as the best film of the summer, for me. Hell, I even broke a three month hiatus from reviews to try an convince a few of you assholes to go out and see it. I’ve been busy burying myself in a manuscript.
Back to the point: The Baby Driver moves.