The most arrogant and ignorant movie I have ever seen

Hollie 2022-03-21 09:01:09

I hate this movie, it is arbitrary, self-righteous, and inexplicable.

The most terrible sentence in the whole movie is "Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged." This dialogue was spoken by Fletcher during the conversation after Andrew and Fletcher reunited. He talked there about how the ridicule and insult of others forced those "geniuses" to become talents. He told the story of Charlie Parker that appeared many times in the film ("Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head", Jo Jones threw a cymbal on his head, and then Charlie became a talent). Andrew got a little confused here, he asked:

But is there a line? You know, maybe you go too far, and you discourage the next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker?

Here, his point of view is completely correct: a certain incentive ( In other words, "whipping," as the name of this film does) will make people move forward, but if you go too far, it may be counterproductive. There is a line here. How did our teacher Fletcher answer? He said:

No, man, no. Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.

Teacher Fletcher’s logic is this: I don’t need boundaries, anyway, I will fix you to death. If you are the next Charlie Parker, then You will not be discouraged at all; if you are discouraged, it only means that you are not Charlie Parker.

This is so cruel and ignorant logic that I was shocked that it actually appeared in a positive image in the film. Yes, the next Charlie Parker may not be discouraged, but many other people were played by you and went home a long time ago. Among these people, it is entirely possible that there are talented musicians who are not talented under Charlie Parker. You know, whether a person is discouraged or not is only related to what kind of pressure he can withstand, and has nothing to do with his musical talent.

Here we are going to talk about a concept I mentioned in an article, "survivorship bias". "The dead can't speak" (the dead can't speak). When we are doing statistics, we must pay attention to whether the statistical process has invisibly screened out some survey subjects. To give a simple example, if you ask people who go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, if burning incense and worship the Buddha is not working, the answer is very likely to be affirmative, because people who think that they are not working will not worship at all. That is to say, in addition to the sample we selected (who burn incense and worship Buddha), there are some "dead data" (people who no longer burn incense because they are not working well), which causes the sample to be unrepresentative and the statistical results are biased.

Returning to Fletcher's fatal sentence: "[T]he next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged", we can now see that this is a complete nonsense. We can only see that the next Charlie Parker has experienced a heavy blow and still persists, eventually becoming a genius musician, but it is impossible to see countless other Charles and Charter Parker frustrated because of these crude education methods, and have since given up the road to music. ——Those who have given up, those who have been "discouraged", will not enter our field of vision at all.

We often pay attention to the experience of success, but ignore the lessons of failure, because the winners are always shining, but the losers are unknown. Even Charlie Parker, who was thrown over the cymbal by Jo Jones, was there no one to encourage him along the way of his growth? The self-righteous Fletcher pretended to "I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them", but didn't know how many people would say goodbye to them forever by his lack of respect and care.

The most unbearable scene in the film is when Fletcher and Andrew match the rhythm. Every time Andrew makes a mistake, Fletcher slaps him. If I were Andrew at the time, I would break the drumstick on Fletcher's light head. Music is something to lift the soul and not trample on it.

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  • Edd 2022-04-24 07:01:02

    The film itself has nothing to say, the audio-visual language gave way to the theme and the story, always the champion. Back to the story itself, this is basically my fucking college story, and it almost drove me crazy, but I finally left early and didn't have to struggle with paranoia. This kind of devil teacher seems to be quite great, but in fact it is really no different from the devil. They are not people who really love a certain art, but just want to control and destroy souls.

  • Alivia 2021-10-20 18:59:32

    "There are no two words in English that are more harmful than'good'"! WTF! ! ! The drumming part was numb throughout the whole process, and I was immersed in the experience of being taught, but there was also a timid reaction. "Full Metal Shell" sounded jazz, and the devil's masters and apprentices encouraged "Chicago", the truly desperate "Death Poetry Society". That Charlie Parker story was once thought to be the tiger in "Boy Pie"...

Whiplash quotes

  • Terence Fletcher: I don't think people understood what it was I was doing at Shaffer. I wasn't there to conduct. Any fucking moron can wave his arms and keep people in tempo. I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that is... an absolute necessity. Otherwise, we're depriving the world of the next Louis Armstrong. The next Charlie Parker. I told you that story about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?

    Andrew: Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.

    Terence Fletcher: Exactly. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax. Gets up to play at a cutting session, and he fucks it up. And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. And he's laughed off-stage. Cries himself to sleep that night, but the next morning, what does he do? He practices. And he practices and he practices with one goal in mind, never to be laughed at again. And a year later, he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage, and plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard. So imagine if Jones had just said, "Well, that's okay, Charlie. That was all right. Good job." And then Charlie thinks to himself, "Well, shit, I did do a pretty good job." End of story. No Bird. That, to me, is an absolute tragedy. But that's just what the world wants now. People wonder why jazz is dying.

  • Terence Fletcher: Everybody remember, Lincoln Center and its ilk use these competitions to decide who they are interested in and who they are not. And I am not gonna have my reputation in that department tarnished by a bunch of fucking limp-dick, sour-note, flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits. Got it?