“I drive.”

Still one of the coolest films I can think of. There’s an elegant simplicity to it all, with Refn using archetypes and conventions to fuel his minimalistic storytelling, punctuating it with pulpy and excessive violence. And there’s something lurking underneath here which makes the film ever so elusive. I also became aware this time round how the film plays off of Walter Hill’s The Driver whilst also deconstructing it, and how Gosling is the spiritual successor to O’Neal’s beguiling blankness. Also, Nightcall remains an all-timer tune.