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100. Ryan Gosling stomping your head into a bloody pulp

100. Ryan Gosling stomping your head into a bloody pulp

As Seen In: Drive (2011)

Drive, the best film of 2011, delivers its most memorable deathblow rather sweetly. Throughout the film, Ryan Gosling's nameless character, simply known as The Driver, develops a loving bond with his pixie-cute neighbor, Irene (Carey Mulligan), and their passionate smooch in the elevator is the culmination of endless, silent flirtations.

But keep an eye on the dude who's cock-blocking Gosling from getting some love in an elevator, a la Aerosmith. He's a hit-man sent to kill The Driver, and Sir Drive knows it—his lip-lock with Irene is actually a goodbye kiss, one last tender exchange before The Driver goes to war against criminal mastermind Bernie Rose (Albert Brooks).

Once their kiss is done, Refn switches the tone without hesitation; Gosling rams the guy's head into the wall, flings him to the ground, and stomps his head into a pile of skin chunks, skull shards, and brain. Kiss of death, anyone?

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