Before the screening of Baby Driver, writer-director Edgar Wright explained that his newest, a long-gestating comedy-heist fusion, is a film propelled by music. The first scene, he explained, was borne out of a child-like fantasy of bank heists, fast cars, and powerful music. If this was Wright’s main goal, he succeeded with flying colors.

Baby (Ansel Elgort) – the sole name of our taciturn protagonist – is a character whose ear buds are practically an extension of his body. In fact, he is literally so fused to his music that to live without it is to live in pain (don’t worry, there is a concrete and thought-out in-world explanation for it). Like all good bank heist narrative protagonists, his goal in stealing is to accrue enough money to get out of town with the few people – specifically, his girlfriend, a charming diner waitress, Deborah (Lily James) – whom he truly loves. The supporting cast is headlined by the ever wonderful Jon Hamm as Buddy, a hilariously confrontational Jaime Foxx as Bats, Elza González as Darling – Buddy’s wife, and Kevin Spacey as the scene-chewing head honcho Doc. Every single actor nails their archetype so perfectly (thanks in large part to a script that leaves enough meat on the bone too chew while still allowing the story to zip along at a blazing clip) that these characters somehow manage to elevate themselves above their simple one to two word descriptions.

But, the specifics of Baby Driver’s narrative aren’t what elevate it above so much of the comedy-action sub-genre. No, what elevates it above the rest of the crop is how Wright films and cuts the beats of the story. In the Cornetto trilogy, Wright relied on quick cuts; punctuations marks that acted as concise punch lines for a rapid-fire flurry of quick-witted jokes. Here, he relies on long takes, letting the camera swoop around the characters and weave through the environment. It’s all impressively choreographed work, but – best of all – Wright peppers his shots with a cornucopia of jokes forcing darting audience’s eyes to drink in every small bit of manic-obsessive attention to detail in the set design. It can be a bit masturbatory at times, but when the punch lines are this good, and when I already feel the need to re-visit the film again and again to pick up on all of the stuff I missed first go around, it is clear Edgar Wright has done something right.