Winner of the best director prize at this year’s Cannes, Nicolas Winding Refn’s Drive is a Frankensteined thing—part revenge flick, part western, part noir, part heist movie, part car commercial, part music video, part SWEET CHRIST I DID NOT EXPECT THAT SPLATTERED BIT OF BRUTAL ULTRAVIOLENCE. I could spend more words trying to crack open this thing’s DNA to see why it works as brilliantly as it does—there are at least a few nucleotides from Taxi Driver and Bullitt and the entirety of the 1980s twisted up in there—but it’s probably better to just accept the giddy, sexy high it offers. (See Movie Times)