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Ericka 2022-04-22 07:01:02
Genius and Madman
Suppression, paranoia, and truth
are so shocking.
Not crazy or devilish.
This is the law of genius, cruel but confirmed by reality.
Andrew was naive at first, thinking he could win favor through hard work. He is what people think of a genius: unwilling to be mediocre.
He trusted his mentor, but was...
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Mohamed 2021-10-20 18:59:31
You probably have forgotten the one-star brother with the most useful comment. The director never said that Fletcher was right to do this.
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Lupe 2021-10-20 18:59:32
Thanks to the ending, otherwise the score will be lower. In fact, this film has nothing to do with genius, nor with art. It is about a special worldly value of the weak and the strong. If you are strong, I will convince you, and if you are weak, I will step on you. You are stronger, I am stronger than you. From beginning to end, I hardly saw any enjoyment brought by music. Even the pain did not come from the music itself, but because of the loss of the right to speak?! I don’t see anyone’s genius, it’s horrible
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Andrew: Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
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