Driven

Perhaps it was the lateness of the screening, but New Times' valiant reviewer found himself damn near dozing off several times during this film, despite the constant pounding bassline of the wall-to-wall mediocre pop songs on the soundtrack (some country tunes are allegedly on there too). Remarkably, the plot was still easy to follow. It seems there are these guys who drive cars in really fast races: A cocky German (Til Schweiger), a fresh-faced youngster who looks like Dude, Where's My Car's Ashton Kutcher (Kip Pardue), a Latino loverboy (Cristian de la Fuente), and some old fella named Joe Tanto (Sylvester Stallone, possibly unaware that Arnold Schwarzenegger's character in Stay Hungry was named Joe Santo). All of them take orders from a wheelchair-bound Burt Reynolds, who spends the whole movie chewing on what appears to be a neon orange plastic spoon. No doubt Reynolds thought this would be a good bit of "character business." Anyhow, various drivers feud over the women who come and go throughout the story, but we don't care; the point is to see stuff moving fast. Which is where the good news comes in, as the race sequences are genuinely fun and exciting -- albeit gratuitously computer-enhanced -- featuring some truly preposterous crash sequences. Director Renny Harlin is something of a mediocre action hand to begin with, and this is certainly not his best (that might be Deep Blue Sea), but it sure beats his worst (Cliffhanger). And Stallone's script is well structured, though the jaw-droppingly banal dialogue gives us little reason to care.