I saw Drive the other day, and I was slightly let down by it, but only because having checked Metacritic beforehand I expected the greatest movie ever.
However, a few days later, having had time to digest it, I liked it more than I did immediately after it. I simply do not enjoy the aesthetic of long, lingering shots where people stare at each other, unless it’s been underlined with previous development why exactly they’re significant.
But the driving scenes were very nice. The song from the soundtrack that I put up sounds old but evidently it’s pretty new. Out of the three electropop songs on the soundtrack (others here and here) I think I enjoyed this one the most, even its weird little break down in the middle.
I believe that I like it most because it sounds eightiesish like the others, but I was a little kid in the eighties, and although I didn’t listen to music with any kind of consistency at that age, I caught these types of songs mostly on TV. So I have some memory of the sound, and it’s a pleasant and ambiguous archipelago of feelings. I remember sitting in the back room watching our set that had actual dials on it. (When my brother and I would play Major League Baseball on our Intellivision, he would turn the analog brightness dial down to zero to fool my mom into thinking we’d turned it off when she said to).
So that time of my life and the music I heard is tied to a running credulity and, I guess I would try to describe it as: thick shatterable plastic tan parts of late-seventies early-eighties toys, with a comparable smell, and the memory of Rainbow Brite.
Anyway, the song’s frill-less fade-in, the churning chorus melody and instruments, and the really simple and relatable lyrics are easy to like. When I feel embarrassed at the indulgence of a middle section like this song has, I always think “I’m not sure about this part.” It strikes me as a little cowardly to think that, so noncommittal, if I think it after I’ve heard it.
I realize that “For ever ever? For ever ever?….” will probably become annoying but in the meantime I keep in mind that I have had this type of conversation with myself. The naive part responds to a question, repeating it almost to annoyance, and answers “Sure!” and the reasonable part agrees that they would like to agree, and then the naive part shows some savviness that wasn’t immediately apparent by saying “Me too.”
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