Banzai to fossil fuels! Lots of love to gas-guzzlers! That's the basic sentiment behind "Baby Driver," which is all screeching tires and revving engines, unfolding to what has got to be the coolest movie soundtrack of 2017.

Directed by Edgar Wright ("Hot Fuzz," "Shaun of the Dead"), "Baby Driver" is a throwback to 20th-century car-chase vehicles (pun fully intended) in which the smoking engine reigned supreme and 10-car pileups were beautiful, man. I can picture each and every one of my brothers watching "Baby Driver" starry-eyed, longing for the days when manliness meant one hand on the steering wheel of a customized Mustang and the other on a faulty cigarette lighter. Sunglasses were a must, even in the dark.

Fast cars and retro machismo aren't the only things that fuel "Baby Driver," though. Much more stylish and with none of the bombastic self-importance of "The Fast and the Furious" franchise, Wright makes sure there's a millennial frostiness permeating the whole story. The audience is kept at arm's length, even as it enthralls and entertains with deadpan seriousness.