I wrote in my short review of this film: If I were a student of that teacher, I would probably kill myself... Someone replied under my broadcast: You know JB, and no one who has never studied music Understand.
I really don’t understand, but learning music must be so miserable? The music masters in history grew up in such cruel practice? In this process, they didn't have a little joy? What supports them to persevere is the only motivation that "must be successful, must be competitive, and must become a star that is highly anticipated"?
Unfortunately, I grew up in a place where the college entrance examination was particularly stressful. Since I was little, I have come into contact with too many devil teachers like Fletcher. In my middle school years, there were teachers who scolded girls as "catch", some teachers who scolded students who fell in love were "disgusting" and "perverted", and some teachers who punished students to stand for a day and yelled "hit". I’m willing to go to jail if you die.” Teachers... When watching this movie, the angry expressions of these teachers recurred in my mind. They are the same as Fletcher. When they are calm, they will tell you with earnest words: "I am all for your good. I beat you and scolded you and my salary won't increase by a penny. I hate iron and steel, yes. In order to make you a talent, in order to allow you to enter a good university!" And parents generally agree with this kind of education, because they believe in "being a filial son under a stick", "being a good student from a strict teacher", and "beating is painful, scolding is "Love" these deep-rooted values.
Some people may say, how can becoming a music master compare with being admitted to a good university? But when we look at it from a higher perspective, these two things just represent some secular achievements, and they have very similar social attributes.
In the film, the actor asks the teacher: "Is there no degree? There are some geniuses who choose to give up because they can't stand such a rigorous education?" The teacher categorically replied: "If he gives up, it means he is not. Genius." (To the effect) What an arbitrary judgment is this, and how cruel that light "giving up" is! "Giving up" may mean a lifetime of depression, a lifetime of psychological shadows, and even suicide like Sean Casey in the film (he committed suicide before becoming a master, indicating that he is not a real master).
Fletcher cried when he talked about this student, but he did not cry because he regretted blaming himself, but he felt that his hard work was wasted. A musician who might become a dazzling star died very unconvincingly...interesting However, Fletcher said that the student died in a car accident. I think it is precisely in this detail that there is still a bit of normal humanity remaining in him (rather than his crying): he is still afraid of public opinion, he Subconsciously think that the student's death is related to oneself.
When I was in high school, students committed suicide every year. Once, a senior in high school committed suicide by jumping off a building. The first sentence his mother saw his body was: Deserve it! Who told him not to listen to the teacher... When I heard the news, my young heart was indeed greatly impacted. Is success so important? More important than life? The success of a person or a small part must be based on the spiritual ravages of the overwhelming majority? Does it really have to be "single accomplishment"?
Some people say that this movie is anti-inspirational, and what it wants to expose is the cruel truth behind traditional inspiration. Perhaps this is the case-although I didn't see this-but when my neighbors gave this movie a good review, it was almost always saying: very burning, very passionate, and very inspirational.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with a person’s pursuit of fame, and the road to fame must be hard, but I believe that hardships must also be accompanied by warmth, joy and satisfaction, which cannot be shown in this movie. That way: there is nothing but cruelty, blood and tension from beginning to end. The musicians other than the drummer in the movie can only see their fear and restraint when they perform, without a trace of enjoyment. Some writers also like to repeatedly emphasize how hard writing is. I have always disliked this view. Whether writing, music, or painting, they are just human hobbies. They are not naturally more lofty than watching football, playing poker, and kicking shuttlecock. If there is so much suffering and you can't feel any happiness at all, why not change your hobby?
I particularly agree with Motooke’s words on the radio. He said: "Even if you are forced, even if you are in pain, even if your hands are full of blood, you must have love in your heart. This (film) has no love from beginning to end. "I later recalled that there is a small part of this movie that still shows a little love. That is the video footage of the male protagonist playing drums when he was a child. There he smiled very shyly and very happily. He must have felt the love. I felt the support and encouragement of the person (probably his father) of the video that made me stick to this hobby, instead of thinking about becoming a great drummer since I was a child.
The end of the film seems to indicate that the actor finally resisted all the pressure (he chose to break up with his girlfriend seems to be right, because the girl soon became better with others, compared to becoming a master, this loss is nothing What?), and finally went to the path of a master. He may really become a master, but is it really better to have such a loveless master in the world than nothing? I doubt it.
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