this is life

Alta 2022-04-22 07:01:02

This is my first time writing a film review, and this is the only impulsive movie I want to write a review for. The movie is very realistic, real and realistic, and the scene inside is the most real side we encounter.

There is no reason or logic, there is no such thing as it should be, and without the efforts of the protagonist of the film, success must be exchanged. These are realities. Reality is illogical and full of surprises.

But what exactly is real success? Is it the final applause? It doesn't seem to be, the end of the movie doesn't.

self-identification. When you are truly strong, you will be fearless. A male protagonist who didn't even dare to communicate with people in his eyes, confidently guided the entire band at the end.

Fanaticism, the fanaticism of one thing can make us truly powerful and reach unimaginable heights.

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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.