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Delmer 2022-04-22 07:01:02

Bloody scenes and close-ups of hands. Such scenes are numerous and suffocating. Why do you have to feature over and over again how much blood he bleeds? Why Bleeding Can Show Hard Work? Why can bloodshed express pursuit? Why can't I see even a single sentence throughout, a real guide or a hint in music? The movie is pretty self-righteous in this regard, creating a so-called "highest state" that is simply mentally retarded. has no meaning? Not a single person in the entire film said a word that was really related to the music. Do you know what music is? Doesn't it seem absurd to separate music itself from its highest state?

Also, the so-called "severe". For what? A real musician should really strive for perfection, but a real musician should learn to pass. Fletcher's expression in the film is the usual expression of terrorists. The proof that he has reached the highest level is that he is so impatient? Just use him to resort to violence to try to solve the problem when the drummer fails three times? He couldn't say why, he just said it over and over again, I'm not satisfied, I'm not satisfied, this is a tyrant.

Finally, about the music. Music is a feeling, a feeling of a certain feeling to achieve the ultimate pleasure. What's in here? Are the players themselves happy? This film is creating unpleasant players, players who bleed, players who don't care about the audience's feelings, players who don't care about anything but the performance itself, players who have no character. It's not artistic madness, it's distorted values. Jazz is a warm soft step, why do you let jazz bleed? Why let the saxophone trumpet and the bloody drums play? What qualifications do you have to label this film as inspirational?

Finally, allow me to express my personal feelings, I am very angry. The film respects neither art nor human rights. Pretty much nothing in terms of subject matter. Disgusting.

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Whiplash quotes

  • Terence Fletcher: You've got ten minutes, you fucking pathetic pansy-ass fruit-fuck!

  • Andrew: Hey. Sorry, I'm late.

    Terence Fletcher: Well, glad you could fit us into your busy schedule, darling.

    Andrew: I know. Look, sorry I'm late, but uh... I'm here, I'm ready to go.

    Terence Fletcher: Connelly's playing the part.

    Andrew: Yeah, like fuckin' hell he's playing my part.

    Terence Fletcher: What the fuck did you just say to me?

    Andrew: It's my part.

    Terence Fletcher: It's my part and I decide who to lend it to. Usually it's someone who has fucking sticks.