Some movies on the museum lawn are great for snuggling up with your special someone or for plunking the kids around the picnic basket. Drive is not one of these movies. Ryan Gosling smolders as an unnamed, ascetic getaway driver who's purified his craft. As is often the case in the heist genre, things don't go according to plan. Maintaining an unflinching visual style through every shot, Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn made Drive as an homage to 1980s action movies. Refn's oblique handling of moments of brutal, graphic violence is particularly interesting. The wordless opening minutes, in which Gosling plays cat-and-mouse with squad cars in a Raymond Chandler-esque Los Angeles warehouse district, are worth the price of admission. And be warned, as you drive home, you'll darkly check your mirrors while coveting a satin jacket with a scorpion on the back.