Tonight, I seethe with rage. I wallow in jealousy. Because tonight a select few got to see the premiere of Edgar Wright‘s next film Baby Driver. It’s been four years since we’ve last seen the manic brilliance of Wright on the silver screen after The World’s End. We were robbed of Edgar Wright’s version of Ant-man, which prolonged the frantic master of genre’s absence from the big screen. None of that matters now as we stare down the barrel of a brand new Edgar Wright film. What could’ve been is irrelevant, and I’m still seething at the idea that a theater full of people have just basked in the glory of a new Edgar Wright film. Considering that the rest of us have to wait until August 11th to see it, can you blame me?
The official synopsis for Baby Driver:
A talented, young getaway driver (Ansel Elgort) relies on the beat of his personal soundtrack to be the best in the game. When he meets the girl of his dreams (Lily James), Baby sees a chance to ditch his criminal life and make a clean getaway. But after being coerced into working for a crime boss (Kevin Spacey), he must face the music when a doomed heist threatens his life, love and freedom
