"There's a hundred-thousand streets in this city.
You don't need to know the route.
You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window.
Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what.
Anything happens a minute either side of that and you're on your own. Do you understand?"
Here’s some advice to all those who might feel the need to hypnotise me in the future for whatever reason. Skip the pocket watch and just play this movie. I hear those lines and I’m yours. No matter what.
It took me some time to realise that I’m really really obsessed with this movie. But the signs were already there in the conversations I was having.
Exhibit A:
"Hey, it’s the weekend! What are you up to?"
"Watching Drive."
Exhibit B:
"Dude, can you please go out and get those loose motion tablets for me?"
"Sure. Give me 30 minutes. I’m almost done with Drive."
Exhibit C:
"So, what plans for Holi?"
"Ummm…Can I, like, call you back in some time? I’m in the middle of watching Drive."
Exhibit B contd.:
[Maniacal echoing cries from inside the loo] "Dude! Those meds! My shit’s gone from weird to weirder."
"Oh, right. Sorry. It’s just that the hammer-on-the-head-in-the strip-club scene is going on…"
"F#@%%@#%@ DRIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh. Sorry. I’ll be on my way. What did you need exactly, again?"
I don’t know why I do it. I mean, there are movies that you just have to watch if you come across them while flipping channels. Like Forrest Gump or Good Will Hunting. Or Con Air. But this one’s different. This movie wants me to drop everything and seek it out - even if I’m in the middle of bargaining over a pack of naphthalene balls – and devour it again from start to finish.
And I do it. Every time. Screw the naphthalene balls, loose motion tablets and Holi plans.
I don’t know why.
I just don’t know.
Maybe I should watch it again right away and see if I can find some answe.........................................
