There's even a love-interest and an enfeebled family member to round out the cliches.
But if there's one thing Baby Driver is not, it's cliched... Well, not outside of its plot, anyway.
It could be argued the film is style over substance, but when that style is of the great Edgar Wright, I'd equate it more to a moving work of art. Wright isn't the only director meticulous in his scene-crafting, but it's rare to see every footstep, every twitch, every gunshot, every cough of a passer-by or rev of a passing car choreographed to the exquisite soundtrack.
The script also carries Wright's innate wit, and is delivered with perfect pitch by the leads, in particular Kevin Spacey as Doc. He and Ansel Elgort's Baby (his character, not his spawn) share a laconic deadpan, but while Baby's aloof demeanour fades as the film progresses, Doc's hold's right up until a pivotal betrayal, and even then only takes a slight hit. And it is always juxtaposed with a sharpness clarifying him as both a scumbag, and the most intelligent and interesting guy in the room.
Though one scene is completely stolen by Doc's nephew.
Unfortunately, the rest of the characters are hit-and-miss. John Bernthal has the look and attitude of a typical heavy, but often plays such characters with unexpected layers. Here, he just plays a typical heavy, and is gone in two minutes.
Flea and Lanny Joon add some fun comic relief, but last barely longer than Bernthal.
But the biggest let-down was Jamie Foxx's Bats. He's rarely anything but annoyingly aggressive, and other than a couple of scenes specifically staged to demonstrate his intelligence, otherwise behaves like a short-tempered moron, constantly putting the entire enterprise at risk on a violent whim. Foxx does a good enough job with the character, whenever called upon to demonstrate some nuance, but those moments don't feel earned.
I personally felt an 'insightful' speech in a diner came out of nowhere,
and might as well have been a different character entirely.
The character serves a roll in the story, but is ultimately little more than a caricature.
Contrast that with John Hamm's Buddy, who feels like the polar opposite of Bats - a lovable rogue, and cool and calm, wise old-hat - but takes a drastic turn following a failed job. The shift in character is jarring, but nevertheless fits with how he's portrayed and what happens to him.
Eiza González also gets a surprising amount to do as Darling: lustful around Buddy, playful with the crew, borderline maternal to Baby, but cold, stoic and direct when it's time to get professional.
Lily James' Debora also gets off a little better than most, showing wit and agency, and managing to not fall into the trap of damsel-in-distress, but like Bats, there's little to the character beyond the required beats she hits in the plot.
However, the real star of the show is the action, and it's here the film shines brightly. As mentioned, much of the film is choreographed to the soundtrack, and nowhere is this better demonstrated than in a Heat-esque shootout. And the opening car-chase is one of the best I've seen this side of The Blues Brothers. It is a shame that those and another mid-film car-chase are the highlights of the film, as the finale feels a bit short-changed by comparison, but it is still one hell of a ride, and very much worth the price of submission.
It's also worth noting that no CGI was used in the making of this film!
Kind of like Free Fire before it, Baby Driver is a simple, but highly entertaining passion-piece, that moves at a blistering pace, yet is as cool as a chilled beer on an extremely balmy summer's evening.
(blimey it's warm!)

