Baby Driver
Baby Driver is a 2017 action film written and directed by Edgar Wright. It stars Ansel Elgort as a getaway driver seeking freedom from a life of crime with his girlfriend Debora (Lily James). Eiza Gonzalez, Jon Hamm, Jamie Foxx, Jon Bernthal, and Kevin Spacey appear in supporting roles. Eric Fellner and his Working Title Films partner Tim Bevan produced Baby Driver in association with Big Talk Productions' Nira Park. Sony and TriStar Pictures handled commercial distribution of the film. Baby Driver was financed through tax subsidies from the Georgia state government and a co-production pact between TriStar and MRC. Wright developed Baby Driver for over two decades. He devised the idea in his youth, and his early directing experience further shaped his ambitions for Baby Driver. Originally based in Los Angeles, Wright revised the film's setting to Atlanta, integrating the city's ethos into an important storytelling device. Principal photography took place in Atlanta from February to May 2016. Production involved the planning of meticulously coordinated stunts, choreography, and in-camera shooting. Thematic studies of Baby Driver examine patterns of color symbolism and Baby's evolving morality. Baby Driver premiered at the South by Southwest festival on March 11, 2017, followed by releases in North America and the United Kingdom on June 28. Media cited the film's craftsmanship and actors for praise, though characterization and screenwriting were sources of criticism. The National Board of Review selected Baby Driver as one of the top films of the year. It earned $226 million globally, bolstered by positive word-of-mouth support and flagging interest in blockbuster franchises. Baby Driver was nominated for numerous awards, including three Academy Awards, two BAFTA Film Awards (with a win for Editing), two Critics' Choice Awards (again, with a win for Editing), and a Golden Globe Award, and won several other honors, chiefly for technical achievement. The success of Baby Driver increased studio interest in producing a sequel.
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Baby Driver
Dumb son of a bitch. Whoa! Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Fuck, Bats! You got my wife shot! I don't like that! Relax, Buddy. You handled it! What the fuck, you piece of shit? You shot the gunsmiths. Weren't they fucking Doc's contacts? They were Doc's contacts! Guess what, they was pigs. Look at the box. It says "APD." I clocked that tall strip of bacon with that fake-ass Louis Vuitton hat right off the bat. He busted me in '98. Now, I don't know about you lovebirds fucking without a condom, but when somebody getting ready to barbecue me, I go full-metal batshit on... - Shit! - Get him! Baby, don't let him get away! Get him! Get him! Do something! Get him! Oh, shit!
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♪ Tequila ♪ - ♪ Run, run, run... - ♪ Whoo! ♪ Bats, you are fucking crazy. When your folks name you Bats, you gonna end up crazy. I don't doubt you're crazy, but your real name is not Bats. So says you. You think my real name's Darling? Yeah, or Buddy? No, they're nicknames. Code names, monikers. So, what's your real name, Darling? Monica. Hey, I thought we weren't allowed to discuss names. We're not. Baby, what's your real name?
Baby Driver
Look, here's the deal. You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery habit. That's clever. That's my job, see. It's you two who's on vacation. So you doubt our credentials? Wall Street, right? Doc tell you that? Doc ain't tell me shit. Just a educated guess from an uneducated man. Well, Bats, I would be fascinated to hear your thoughts on the matter. Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy. You were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say shit like, "Work hard, play harder," but you play a little too hard. You rack up debt, the type of debt that'd make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert. Maybe with your favorite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things, money, sex, drugs and action. Oh, shit, that's four. Am I close?
Baby Driver