Nutshell: I’d give Whiplash an A-. Emotionally difficult to watch at times, but worth it. This film grabs you by your collar and drags you into it’s world headfirst, no quarter given. Simmons and Teller give Master Class performances, and director Chazelle paints a picture of musicians butting heads and striving for perfection…perfectly.
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Movie Review: Whiplash
Twitview: A fever dream of a film that sucks you into the lives of those that would do anything for their art. Riveting performances by Simmons and Teller. A-
Who hasn’t taken some sort of music class? Whether you shook a tambourine in kindergarten, or headed out for piano classes every Saturday for 13 years (just me?), we all have that moment where we’ve tried to coax beauty out of an instrument. Most of us walk away, choosing other paths, but those that decide to stick with it and strive for greatness? Gotta give ‘em credit; talent and dedication is tough to come by. And it’s tough to live with, if Whiplash is any indication. Director Damien Chazelle takes his Sundance-award winning short film to full-length and it’s a helluva watch.
Young Andrew (Miles Teller) is a first year drummer at a prestigious NYC conservatory, when he gets tapped for a position in “studio band” in the school. (Think Glee, but with more instruments and less buffoonery.) But conductor/professor Fletcher (J.K. Simmons) isn’t anywhere near the touchy-feely type. Unless your idea of touchy-feely is a teacher that wings chairs at your head and hurls emotional abuse that would make Joan Crawford blush. Soon, Andrew must ask himself, is all of the blood, sweat and tears worth it? Are moments of transcendental bliss on the part of your listeners worth your pain as a musician? Or is he too far gone to decide?
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