I have a lot in common with the main character in Baby Driver. I, too, frequently fantasise about being an action hero and pretend I’m being backed by Simon and Garfunkel whenever I do something mildly impressive, like change a duvet cover all by myself or jump over a hedge. Granted, he’s a getaway driver who constantly listens to his iPod and I’m someone who has no interest in either cars or music, but apart from that we’re exactly the same person. <\/p>\n
The character’s name is Baby, and the reason he’s always listening to music is because he’s trying to drown out his tinnitus. I also get a loud ringing in my ear sometimes, but it usually goes away when I stop screaming. Baby’s playlist fills him with the required adrenaline to pull off dangerous However, it’s quite clear from watching the film that all of the music is in his head and this is most likely the depiction of a sentient jukebox’s dream. He imagines himself as a human getaway driver for Kevin Spacey, working alongside Jon Hamm, who isn’t remotely made of ham, and Jamie Foxx, who I believe used to do the rapping. He also procedurally generates a perfect girlfriend in the form of Lily James, something music machines from the future can presumably do. <\/p>\nstar cunts<\/del> car stunts, like flip-reversing and punching the starfish, which my uncle informs me are types of manoeuvres. <\/p>\n