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I first encountered DRIVEN, the quirky love child of COLLATERAL and SUPERNATURAL, as part of a film festival last year and immediately thought it was deserving of a wider audience. Casey Dillard's brisk, cleverly-batty script is served beautifully by Glenn Payne's steady direction and DP Michael Williams' obviously-keen eye. Yes, there are demons and the fate of humanity might be at stake, but the real treat here is the chemistry between Richard Speight Jr. ("Roger"), a mysterious loner with a whole bucket load of secrets, and Dillard herself ("Emerson"), a wannabe stand-up comedian working a ride-share night shift. The two actors banter back and forth, trading licks like virtuoso musicians, first antagonistically, and then ... well, watch the movie. The dialogue is sharp and witty and the two central performances are perfectly wrought.

The casting of the Speight (of the aforementioned SUPERNATURAL), who broods and charms in equal measure here, was a real stroke of brilliance by Payne. Speight's mere presence immediately conveys the tone for which Payne aspires (and achieves). Yes, to return to my initial comparison, the fun we have is more CW than Michael Mann, a refreshing, if all-too-fleeting, cool breeze of a film that whisks past you before you even realized how much you enjoyed it, but there is real craft and sturdy filmmaking on display here, from the script, to the cast, and right on up the line, made all the more impressive given that this is an independent film made a zillion miles away from studios and their resources. Payne succeeds in making a film that, effectively, takes place inside a car for 90 minutes completely and utterly engaging and, COLLATERAL comparison notwithstanding, it all feels fresh and uniquely-spun. That is no small task. Give DRIVEN a shot. After all, who couldn't use a rapid infusion of cool, fresh air right about now?