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Chromatics "Tick of the Clock" - Italians Do It Better
In film, as in music, mining the past to help populate the present is an infinitely renewable resource. Especially when it's done with the expertise of a film like Drive, a past-present, heist-get-away-love-story by stoic Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn. Set in the present day, but a present day where vintage Impalas rule the road.
During the opening credit sequence alone Ryan Gosling's and Carey Mulligan's names float across the screen in bright pink font that could have been lifted straight from Cocktail. In the background, Kavinsky's "Night Call" provides a pulse. Its the perfect fit, given the myth of Kavinsky as an undead night rider in a letterman jacket and his penchant for moody electro-boogie. This is no extension of the Fast and the Furious franchise.
Gosling is the Driver, an unnamed part-time stuntman and full-time get-away driver who's perpetually sporting a white silk jacket emblazoned with a gold scorpion. Ralph Macchio wishes he would have been outfitted in this for Karate Kid II.
Between his stunts and his heist assists, Gosling falls for Mulligan, the beauty down the hall from his '70s-era L.A. apartment. In Time Out Chicago's review, A.A. Dowd fittingly compares the smoldering stares between the two to those of Wong Kar-Wai's In the Mood for Love.
As this homage to '80s cop flicks, Steve McQueen and the wandering outlaw samurai acrchetype progresses, a heist involving Mulligan's freshly out-of-jail hubby goes horribly wrong and Gosling is forced to wreck shop in the name of love—quite brutally at points.
Adding another layer to the well-executed pastiche feel, Johnny Jewel—the melancholy man behind the brilliant Glass Candy and Chromatics—was tapped for a couple of his retro-Italo gems, including this freebie "Tick of the Clock" which would fool anyone not familiar into thinking this came out during the Reagan era. Jewel posted the film soundtrack edit to his soundcloud today, and we've included it here for your downloading pleasure.
—Joshua P. Ferguson