How far would you go to be the best at something? That question is at the center of “Whiplash,” a drama about a music school student and the adversarial relationship he develops with the school’s top instructor whose techniques are more akin to a military boot camp than they are band camp. And for being a movie about the student-teacher relationship in the world of jazz drumming, “Whiplash” is surprisingly tense and in your face, filled with danger and menace and tragedy, done in double time.
Andrew (Miles Teller) is a freshman at music conservatory in New York City, a place considered to be the top music school in the country, and roaming the halls of this school is a bald, intense, wound up knot of a man named Fletcher (J.K. Simmons), who apparently has a reputation demands people pay him the utmost respect. It probably has something to do with how he picks the best students for his ensemble and trains them for competitions that could lead to promising careers so people are desperate to get his approval because his opinion matters so much. When Andrew finds himself somehow in the same room with this guy and with the chance to earn a spot in his band, he does everything he can to make that happen.
And that’s not enough because almost immediately Fletcher is on Andrew’s ass, pushing him harder than Andrew’s ever been pushed before, breaking him down emotionally from the very beginning so that Andrew could possibly reach deep down inside and somehow work even harder to be a better drummer. So rest assured, this movie features drums covered literally in blood and sweat, and we can easily assume that tears hit the drum kit at some point as well, so there can be no doubt whatsoever that this Andrew guy is truly giving it his all. But is it enough? And what could happen if it isn’t?Continue Reading …


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