Baby Driver (2017)

Every gunshot in Baby Driver lands on the beat, and the guy behind the wheel still has less personality than his iPod. Edgar Wright cuts door slams, wipers and footsteps to whatever song is in Baby’s ears, and the opening getaway is so clean it feels like the car is dancing. Jon Hamm is the surprise, way scarier than that friendly grin lets on. Jamie Foxx plays Bats like a lit match in a fireworks shop. Then there’s Debora, who mostly exists to sing in a diner and agree to run off with a guy she barely knows. The last act stops being a heist movie and turns into a long, loud showdown that forgets the music was the whole point. It made $226.9 million worldwide on a reported $34 million budget, so plenty of people bought the mixtape. A 7.1 because the first half is a blast and the rest coasts on the playlist. $22.94 says your next drive has you timing your turn signal to whatever song comes on.

What works: Every chase and shootout is cut to the song playing, and the opening getaway works like a perfect little short film.

What doesn’t: Baby and Debora are thin as paper, and the last act trades the clever music timing for a standard, overlong showdown.

Who it’s for: People who build a separate playlist for every road trip and judge anyone who uses shuffle.