A word to the wise – to all the children and adults of the 21st century: whether their concern be pediatrics or geriatrics, whether they crawl on hand and knees and wear diapers, or walk with a cane and comb their beards. There’s a wonderous magic to “Baby Driver” and there’s a special power reserved for Edgar Wright. In short, there’s nothing mightier than these high-octane thrills powered by the largest variety of music you will ever hear in the cinemas.
The full enjoyment of “Baby Driver” is better left to visuals, not words. A review cannot do this film justice. I can only say that “Baby Driver” is like if the “Fast and Furious” franchise and “Singin’ In the Rain” had a crazy love child that was directed by Edgar Wright, a man who takes visual storytelling, compostion, and editing to an entirely different plain of existence.
Do yourself a favor and go experience “Baby Driver.” Because this film leads to the astonishing top of reality: you’re on a through route to the land of the different, the bizarre, the unexplainable. Go as far as you like on this road. Its limits are only those of mind itself. Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re entering the wonderous dimension of imagination. Your next stop, “Baby Driver.”
Final Grade: A