WHIPLASH
2014
15
Directed by Damien
Chazelle
Starring Miles
Teller, J.K Simmons and Melissa Benoist
Set at a fictional New York music conservatoire, a jazz
drumming student (Teller) chases his vision of success under the guidance of a mentor who will stop at nothing to make him reach his potential.
Fletcher advocates a teaching method that is the polar
opposite to Robin Williams' in Dead Poets Society. By humiliating the students and knocking them
about he tries to coax true greatness from manufactured adversity. He's never
going to simply say 'good job', as that's not going to push anybody. It's
almost sadistic and you do question whether it is worth it. Would you put your
child through that? Would you put yourself through that kind of distress just
on the off chance you might excel that fraction more? Whiplash doesn't begin to
answer this though the denouement does show Andrew as some unstoppably dazzling
force, reaching that level of greatness, nailing it.
It doesn't noticeably put forward the wider questions about
art, whether it is worth the harm, the self flagellation that people like
Andrew subject themselves to. Do you put yourself through the ringer at the
prospect being great or should you settle and not dice with that madness
that accompanies seeking true potential. I have been thinking about this
recently with regards to method acting. There is nothing inherently brave in
someone like Eddie Redmayne taking on the character of Stephen Hawking which
would require such a transformation. What's impressive is the result, not the
method. I find the performance admirable, not the meticulous method and hours
that went into it. Maybe Eddie could have achieved the final result without
putting his back out of alignment, we will never know. But Whiplash seems to suggest that Andrew wouldn't have reached such a performance without woodshedding. There's
something almost religious, philosophical about that level of intense discipline. The act of taking himself away and dedicating himself to living his craft, the
notion of patience and taking however long it takes to get to that point. It
seems indulgent to me, but I suppose to a true artist it is necessary.
Whiplash is a thrilling and uncomfortable watch. It reminded
me of The Wrestler, The Fighter and particularly Black Swan. I like films of
that ilk, about a craft and the human condition. You get that immersed that you
find yourself thinking the world will come tumbling down if Andrew messes up.
It's only when you take yourself away from it objectively and think 'so what?'
that you realise it isn't life and death, though it may seem that
way to Andrew. The risk of missing a beat has never been so tense, and it
almost certainly won't ever be that tense ever again.
There is quite literally blood, sweat and tears from Andrew.
On a side note, I was talking to my friend earlier this week who is a
literature student. She informed me that the quote 'blood sweat and tears' is
attributed to Churchill, though he actually said 'blood, toil, tears and sweat'
- we only remember it so as a result of the rule of three. Though as it happens in Whiplash, there is
plenty of toil to be had as well. Miles Teller is superb. It's come to my attention also that, though I don't review many movies, a good few of my recent ones have starred him. I don't think that's a coincidence...
I do have some reservations however, and they're qualms that
are preventing me from becoming properly invested in Whiplash. I found Simmons
to be a bit cartoony, so over the top vicious that he could not be real. That
may well be intentional but I just couldn't go with the notion that fully grown
men would let someone talk to them so outrageously no matter how well respected
they were. I think I would have written him differently. Similarly, it gets a bit
unbelievable in the second act and it frustrated me because it was so elegant,
it didn't need the implausible melodrama. The love interest was superfluous
and mildly distracting but nicely drafted and did illustrate how driven Andrew
was by showing what he was prepared to forgo in pursuance of perfection.
There are a great deal of five star reviews out there for
Whiplash and it sort of makes me wonder
if I am missing something or didn't take away from the picture what the
director had envisioned. And yet I did really like it. Especially the
aesthetics. The editing was beautiful and mesmerising in a very surreal and
immersive way. The ending is the magnum opus. Frenetic, feverish and exciting;
a knife edge balancing act of the clinical precision of jazz against the raw
desperation of trying to execute a performance without fault.
Rating: 7
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