Burn N’ Rubber: The Driver (1978, Walter Hill)
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The word that always pops to mind when it comes to Walter Hill is “macho.” It seems that no matter what project he’s worked on, be it a western, a musical or a hard-nosed action movie, there’s always an air of classic stoicism to their male (always male) leads. I’d imagine that’s why he so frequently worked with actors of the squinty-eyed variety: your Charles Bronsons, Fred Wards and Nick Noltes. Men whose good looks peek out from deep lines caused by years of cigarettes, booze and good, old fashioned ass-kickings.
Hill’s films tend to be violent, but they rarely seem to revel in bloodletting. Beneath all of the bloodshed and swagger, there’s an air of sadness to Walter Hill’s catalogue of crooks, cowboys and conmen.
These men live off of violence, they make their money off of violence, but more often than not, the violence isn’t fulfilling, it’s draining.