Tonight I watched Whiplash with J and our friend, Oliver. Ollie ranted and raved about how amazing this movie was. So, we grilled out, and ate up in front of the tv together, and watched Whiplash.
Oliver was right. Not only is this movie filled to the brim with great jazz music, but it keeps you on edge every second.
J. K. Simmons plays a brutally stern and downright nasty band instructor (Terence Fletcher). He hurls chairs, insults, and degrades his players until they break. He is relentless; never worrying about when his boys reach their breaking point.
Miles Teller plays Fletcher’s young drums protege, Andrew Niemann. Niemann is the youngest player in the band, and equally as determined. He plays until his hands and fingers bleed and swell and he drops from exhaustion. He starts his stint learning the song Whiplash, unable to grasp Fletcher’s tempo. Once he proves himself there, Fletcher wants him to compete for first chair with a swing beat. An ungodly fast tempo that almost none of the boys can master, it nearly kills Niemann in the end.
There is drama, art, music, passion, anger and determination seirling through this entire movie. I sat on the edge of my seat the entire time. It was fanastic. Knowing this now, I agree that Simmons was a worthy winner of his Oscar, but truly wish this would have been a bigger contender in the race for best picture.
If you haven’t seen Whiplash, please find some time to enjoy this movie. You will not be dissappointed.
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