Woah, great, great film. Short, and tight, and all painted with the sparest brushstrokes. In its one man against the mob structure it reminds me a lot of those hard-bitten, ruthless, shiny but brutal gangster movies of the seventies of which I am so fond – stuff like The Outfit, The Getaway, The Driver, Charlie Varrick, Point Blank – and there seems to be a big nod to the seventies going on in general in the clothes, the score, the cars, and the neon-lit darkness of LA through which Ryan Gosling’s emotionally stunted stunt-car driver glides. It’s a great performance – all understated silence, and occasional shy smiles, and occasional glimpses of a seriously dark side. Silence is the key with this film, in fact, the sound design and editing are excellent, dialogue spare, all quietness, softness, empty pauses, tension building, from which violence explodes with an almost horror film like savagery.