It’s been a week since Dharma Productions’ chef d'oeuvre (I’m kidding!) Drive dropped on Netflix. A film with an embarrassingly interesting history, Drive is supposed to be a heist movie starring Sushant Singh Rajput and Jacqueline Fernandez in (terribly written) lead roles.
Early reviews of the movie had established that Drive was trash. Which isn’t all that bad. But sadly, Drive isn’t the Riverdale brand of trash; it is the insufferable kind instead. So intolerable that even the Karan Johar tag couldn’t prevent this Titanic from sinking. So, from the get go, I knew I couldn’t sit through Drive. Not sober at least. Which is why I decided to have a ‘drink and Drive’ session with a friend.
Now, I am going to be honest. Alcohol does not magically make Drive more tolerable. But it does help soften the blow of having wasted two whole hours of your life.
So here’s a bunch of incredibly honest thoughts that passed through my inebriated brain while watching the Tarun Mansukhani directorial.

