The Driver

The mid-life-crisis of a depressed taxi driver. Just imagine: eighteen years of marriage that continues more out of habit than lasting love, a daily routine at work full of assholes in the backseat, kids at that age when they hate you purely on principle, your boss is a haughty idiot who takes his bullshit out on you. And there’s you and your simple nature on the lower rung of the middle-class social ladder surrounded by dubious "pals". No special education, no special ambitions, no special talents worth mentioning. Well, no wonder that when the opportunity arises to become a “slut for everything" for a local gang with a shiny car, you jump right in. Not so much for the cash, but purely for the excitement, to disrupt the relentless routine and maintain sanity. The thing is that after the initial intoxication with new-found "freedom", the voice of common sense cries out "that it would be a good idea to shift into reverse and back out" and you realize that you are in deep shit. Absolutely and utterly... The BBC and other their genre movies combined with a considerable emphasis on social drama and character study of the protagonist. And again it worked and again the main character excels in it (this time David Morrissey). It's not as psycho(logical) as Good Cop, which is another movie of the type mentioned above (although in the end it is something completely different) and maybe in certain parts of the three episodes it might want to step harder on the gas, but “just goddamn good" is nevertheless still goddamn good. (06.10.2014)