If it isn't already obvious to you that Ryan Gosling/Baby Goose is the greatest living human being, take a moment to observe him in his natural habitat. He's always willing to
break up a street fight, before performing in
his band, and he just wants to quit acting to
make some babies. And he'll probably
take you to Disneyland first, because Disneyland strengthens fertility. And if you don't click any of those links, just go watch
Blue Valentine and attempt to logically explain what Michelle Williams could possibly dislike about him.
Gosling's most recent works only expand on his likability.
Crazy, Stupid, Love was Gosling's first foray into providing manhood instructions for the masses, and I urge you to interpret
Drive as an instructional video on how to take care of your gurrl. You can steal, shoot, and stomp dudes to death, but you better take care of yo' baby.
I wouldn't blame you for thinking that
Drive, particularly due to the presence of Brian Cranston, Ron Perlman, and fast cars, might be a fast-paced action film in the vein of
The Transporter or
Fast and the Furious. In fact, if that's exactly what you want, you might not even want to see
Drive, but if you can move beyond your muscled, bald man fetish, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.