The dark inspiration of the sword goes slant

Filomena 2022-03-22 09:01:08

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, most musical films with literary and artistic temperament are breathtaking, but "Burst Drummer" has a unique temperament in the film, and the dark inspiration of the sword is also thrilling. Tensions will make people unable to fully agree with the values ​​conveyed by the movie, but I have to admit that "Burst Drummer" is a near-perfect music movie from the perspective of film art, with a lively rhythm and a superb cinematic experience throughout. It’s no exaggeration to say that Damien Chazelle has reached the pinnacle of matching the rhythm of the movie with the music of the drummer.

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  • Wilfred 2022-03-24 09:01:09

    Although the academy is so strict... But from the beginning to the end of the movie, there is only an inexplicable drive and no love at all... "So what if you become him?"

  • Palma 2022-03-25 09:01:05

    Isn't this film a good example of the perverted instructors torturing the recruits in the domestic military TV series?

Whiplash quotes

  • Poster of Buddy Rich on Andrew's wall: IF YOU DON'T HAVE ABILITY, YOU WIND UP PLAYING IN A ROCK BAND

  • 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.