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Saturday, 2 May 2015


Writer/director Damien Chazelle's Whiplash is far better than what it might initially sound like.
It's about a young jazz drummer who yearns to be the best he can be at a music conservatory where he meets an instructor who will stop at nothing to make sure his students are nothing short of perfection.  J.K. Simmons delivers THE best performance of his career that one can't help but think of R. Lee Ermey's frighteningly humorous drill sergeant in Full Metal Jacket.  Aided by some wonderful music, the film asks questions about the creativity, technicality and passion of the arts and what's worth more when it comes to your psychological health.  There's sports movies that aren't as excitingly intense as this, so much that I actually got up and clapped as soon as the end credits started rolling.

5 fucking limp-dick, sour-note, flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits out of 5

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