I loved Nicholas Winding Refn’s Drive, and so did the rest of the film critic community. But the film has thus far failed to connect with audiences. Writers at Salon try to break down why:
People show up expecting a glossy sexy movie about a man driving a car, when in reality it’s basically a hyper-violent European art-house movie that offers little in the way of car chases or romance. That’s one way of thinking about it, but I honestly think the bigger problem is that this movie is too gut-churningly violent.