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Driven |
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Gearheads in love with
speedway crash reels on ESPN2 will go nuts
over Driven. So will hyped-up
adrenaline junkies fond of Xtreme sports and
fast cars. Beyond that, Sylvester Stallone may
find himself short a few fans once
word-of-mouth gets around about
Driven’s pit stops. Not even all
hard-core racing fans will appreciate the
movie’s unreal fascination with fantastic
crashes. Particularly in the wake of Dale
Earnhardt’s tragic death on the track, many
fans may see Driven as untimely,
disrespectful and exploitative.
That said, Driven is surprisingly
tame for a Stallone actioner. No sex. No
drugs. And its violence consists nearly entirely
of fast cars hitting slow walls. Stallone plays
Joe Tanto, a retired open-wheel racer brought
back to the big time to mentor promising
up-and-comer Jimmy Bly. Bly’s struggling with
whether he has what it takes to keep winning.
Joe has to show him that he does. And now,
back to the race ladies and gentleman, that’s
all the time we have for a plot.
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positive elements: Jimmy and
principal rival Beau Brandenburg set aside
their personal differences and even their
aspirations to win a race in Germany when
they drive off the race course to help a crashed
driver. Joe encourages Jimmy to stop
concentrating so much on winning and losing
and rather focus on what’s in his own heart.
"When the season’s over," Joe says, "you’ll
either be on top or you won’t." But you’ll know
what you’re made of. What kind of man you
are. "Somebody put it in your mind that you
have to be perfect every time out. Well just
forget that," he says. Joe’s upbeat outlook on
life continues: "I’ve got will and I’ve got faith.
It’s like having a good disease, it’s
contagious." He’s also loath to participate in
shady racing ethics where teammates act as
buffers to insure a team victory.
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sexual content: Every time the drivers
arrive at a new track for a race, the cameras
search out the racy "racing girls" who, no
matter where in the world they live, seem to
always clothe themselves in short shorts and
tight tops. While not out of character for such
venues, the difference here is that onscreen
their provocative attire is front and center. In
real life it’s part of the background. In other
words, while watching Driven, you can’t
ignore the girls even if you want to. At an
autograph signing, a female fan squeezes
Jimmy’s backside and women bare lots of
cleavage at a racing shindig. Joe’s ex-wife
makes a rude sexual comment to a female
reporter who’s hanging out with Joe that if he
"doesn't get it by midnight, he probably won't
get it, and even if he does, [it won’t] be worth
it." She also jokes about women liking men to
"manhandle" them. One visual innuendo
involving a cinnamon stick alludes to oral
sex.
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violent content: Crash. Crash. Crash.
Slow motion footage revels in race cars
morphing from beautiful machines into
chunks of smoking metal (no one dies). In
one reckless scene, Jimmy and Joe race
through the streets of Chicago in stolen
prototype cars. They leave a whirlwind of
destruction behind them but are only slapped
on the hand for the serious danger they’ve
posed to others. Sophia, who dates both Beau
and Jimmy, punches Jimmy’s brother in the
nose.
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crude or profane language: Not as
much as one might expect from such a
testosterone-laden flick. One s-word (and
possibly one whispered f-word) caps about
two-dozen other milder profanities. About eight
misuses of the Lord’s name.
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drug and alcohol content: Wine, beer
and vodka serve as stage props throughout.
Race winners spray each other with
champagne.
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conclusion: Light on plot and acting
(lines are delivered with all the conviction of an
afternoon soap opera), Driven will drive
serious movie lovers right out of the theater.
Stallone wrote the script. Need I explain
further? For everyone else who shows up, it
will provide two hours of high-decibel
track-side excitement with zippy special effects
(a close-up slow-mo of a disengaged tire
soaring into the air and then plummeting—the
camera following close behind—into the
stands proves to be one of the zippiest). Good
sportsmanship triumphs over greed and ego
and that’s about as fine a message as one
can expect from a racing movie. Just watch out
for the oil slicks of foul language and plunging
necklines.
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