Review: ‘Baby Driver’ isn’t where it needs to be

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6/10 “Baby Driver” is a movie trying to cartwheel down a well-trodden path, telling a story you’ve heard a dozen times with undeniable style. Unfortunately, that cartwheel is, well, about a six out of 10.

The film follows Baby (Ansel Elgort) a getaway driver — get it? Because it’s about a driver named Baby, and the movie is titled “Baby Driver!” It’s a pun! Get it? — and ’50s pop music enthusiast who owes millions of dollars to Doc (Kevin Spacey). Baby squares his debt and strikes up a relationship with local waitress Debbie (Lily James), but Doc won’t let him leave the increasingly violent gang. Baby eventually has to shoot his way out.

Basically every part of “Baby Driver” needs to be at least a little bit better. It’s is kind of boring, and it really shouldn’t be. Writer/director Edgar Wright was clearly going for kind of a “Drive” -meets-’50s- “Guardians of the Galaxy” vibe, and he misses the mark for several reasons.

The largest factor is its use of music, a main selling point for the film. “Guardians of the Galaxy,” the eminent jukebox musical, tailored entire scenes around its songs and ended up with a much more effective soundtrack, not because the songs are any better, but because the numbers are more effective and they’ve all got room to breathe. “Baby Driver” just drones on. The movie is an endless stream of pop songs, most of which have lyrics that hook up with the scene, but have such a similar sound and are kept so close together that it turns into a kind of ringing you just tune out.

That’s ironic, because drowning out a constant drone is exactly what Baby is doing. Baby has tinnitus and uses music to drown out the constant ringing in his ears, and the movie’s soundtrack is supposed to be what he’s playing in his iPod in any given scene. It’s a wonderful idea that “Baby Driver” toys with but drops, to its great detriment. Baby’s earbuds get knocked out more and more often as it goes on, and it would have been so impactful to experience that first hand. It would darken a film that stays feather-light even in the face of increasing violence and lock the audience even tighter into Baby’s perspective. While you’re at it, make the gunfire more realistic and invasive as well. Make the audience exactly as comfortable or uncomfortable as Baby in any given scene.

This was an opportunity to tell a story entirely through sound, creating something artistically fascinating all in the process of forcing the audience to viscerally sympathize with the main character’s tinnitus. “Baby Driver” takes that opportunity and does not see it through.

Another big problem is characters — there kind of aren’t any. Baby is as simplistic a protagonist as you can get, and that’s usually OK. Debbie does so little that she could be replaced by a Sexy Lamp and the plot would still work, and that’s really not OK, but it’s widely accepted. After that, things get weird.

Two of Doc’s thugs, Bats (Jamie Foxx) and Griff (Jon Bernthal), exist only to bully Baby for no apparent reason. Husband and wife Buddy (Jon Hamm) and Darling (Eiza González) fulfill the script’s gross PDA requirement, and then Buddy starts waxing poetic about love later in the movie as they try to legitimize it as a theme. Then there’s Doc, who goes from a menacing, uncaring crime lord to someone willing to die for his employees — willing to kill other employees for his employees — in the span of an elevator ride.

Thinly written and inconsistent characters mean a thin and inconsistent story. That would be fine for “Baby Driver,” which again is much more interested in style than substance, but since that style falls away so easily, the story becomes an issue.

One more big problem, and this was also a key selling point of the film — the action is awful.

I am sick to death of action movies that don’t shoot good action. Somewhere over the past 20 years as spandex and CGI became the dominant visual draws, “let’s don’t and say we did” became an acceptable line of thought when it came to real stunt work. There’s an entire cottage industry now around editing to make it look like stunts were performed where they weren’t — film form Youtube channel Every Frame a Painting has a wonderful breakdown of Jackie Chan’s career that addresses this, among other things — and in “Baby Driver,” it feels like avoiding actually doing stunts was the ethos of the entire production. This sort of editing is absolutely everywhere, and it’s infuriating.

If you’re not willing to do action, then don’t make an action movie. Just don’t do it. You wouldn’t make a comedy and cut from the setup straight to the laugh track. You wouldn’t make a musical and cut around the songs. Doing the same thing with action is just as ridiculous.

Coming from one of the best commercial directors working right now, it’s a real shame to see a movie with all of these problems, because they’re mostly born of laziness. Wright’s previous work like “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World” and “Hot Fuzz,” you don’t see things like that, things that could have been made better with a little time and elbow grease. But “Baby Driver” is chock-full of shortcomings that this creative team is clearly better than. I wonder what happened.

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