Whiplash

by missizziemcguinness

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‘There are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job’

As the old saying goes, ‘There will be Blood, sweat and tears’. Indeed there is as Damien Chazelle directs Whiplash, an Oscar Winning film about a young jazz drummer called Andrew Neiman (Miles Teller) who is pushed to the brink of sanity by his unpredictable instructor Terence Fletcher (J.K Simmons).

While this isn’t the best film that I have ever seen, it would be one of the ones that you could study and put under the microscope to discover some sort of inner meaning. I have never watched anything with J.K Simmons in it, but he was truly terrifying and he deserved the Oscars that he got at the Academy Awards earlier this year. With one evil glance to his overworked students, he just makes the movie stand on its own. He’s believable and he’s scary. I also used to think that playing the drums looked rather cool because of the drummers in various bands but it turns out that there is more work and effort than that. The ending sequence never seemed to end, suggesting Andrew’s never ending quest for perfection. Whiplash is the like the drum version of the Darren Androfsky film Black Swan.

I personally liked how some of the film uses close ups which focuses on the hands or the drum kit, either coated with blood or sweat or sweat dripping from his face or his hands gripping onto drum sticks. The film makes use of the dark side of music and being in a jazzband and uses its Oscar bait and therefore chooses its closeups and deeper meaning and symbolism wisely. Beneath the sounds of the drums is a wailing drummer falling under the pressure.

Overall, an interesting film which earned some well deserved Oscars. Some bits made me queasy but it was a superb performance from all the cast.

3.5/5

 

 

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