>Get abused and almost killed by dickhead teacher
>When vindictive teacher asks you to play for their professional band, say yes like a fricking idiot
>10 minute fricking jazz drum solo
>Literally only does it to validate himself in the eyes of some psychopath
Why does everyone cream themselves over this shit
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you could've just said "i didn't get it" and nobody would've judged you, now you just look stupid.
>HURR YOU JUST DIDNT GET IT
Not an argument
i've done this enough times to know that even if i calmly and kindly explain it to you, you'll still throw a shitfit about how stupid and bad the film is because you've already made your mind up about it, and won't open yourself to a new interpretation because you refuse to admit you aren't smart enough to understand something. so maybe just stick to capeshit, i can tell it's more your speed.
>U-UM… CAPESHIT!
>CAPESHIT CAPESHIT CAPESHIT!
Concession accepted, leave this thread now anon
He sold his soul.
>He sold his soul
That literally does not happen in the fricking movie what are you talking about
hes talking about you
are you, by any chance, a moron?
There's nothing to get.
Only Black folk and israelites care about jazz.
You are even worse than the Indians. The ending completely flies over both of your heads, but at least they find enjoyment in the sick drum solo.
both, explain the ending then.
Pleb
jk simmons was looking for the next jazz great by abusing his students but none of them understood the dedication required to reach that level. miles teller did, and the drum solo at the end is him reaching said next level. charlie parker almost died from a cymbal to the head but he came back and turned into a legend. same thing happens to miles teller, but it's jk simmons' abuse instead of a cymbal to the head.
>whiplash ending explained
so you are that kind of moron
>10 minute jazz drum solo in a movie about jazz drumming
No fricking way
he discarded distractions and attained peak skill
He's mid at best.
>AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I HAVE TO WIN THIS JAZZ COMPETITION THAT RESULTS IN ZERO MONETARY COMPENSATION I'M GOING INSAAAAAAAANE *throws chair*
>Things can't be important unless you're getting paid by someone
This is the peak of soulless
It's a tragedy, you idiot, it's not a happy ending
OP can't relate because he's never put effort or chased after a dream in his life. Anyone who actually strives to be great at something would understand the ending, especially If you have failed.
>You will understand the movie if youre a failure
Kek, thanks anon now I know why Cinemaphile defends this shit
>"if you have ever failed"
>thinks that makes you a failure
Don't know if you're op but thanks for reinforcing my point
you sound like someone that has never failed because you didn´t even start trying
>Literally proves his point and what he was saying about you correct
kek
It also closes the teacher storyline and reinforces why he's the best.
wasn't the entire point that he's just as borderline autistic about music as jk simmons' character making it an eerie ending?
Of course it is. He's obsessively driven and his teacher is a sadist with an unattainable goal in mind. Fletcher won at the end, Andrew's last act of defiance against him ended up becoming subservient to Fletcher
you're a fricking idiot with no passion
>hears one story about Charlie Parker that isn't even true
>bases his whole life and teaching philosophy around it like a fricking moron
Fletcher was a dumb bald piece of shit
What was the Parker story again?
>https://www.theguardian.com/music/2011/jun/17/charlie-parker-cymbal-thrown
> While Jones's pulse surged on behind him, the teenager lost the tune, and then the beat. Jones stopped, and Parker froze, clutching his gleaming new saxophone. Jones contemptuously threw a cymbal at his feet, and the reverberations were followed by the sound of laughter and catcalls. Ross Russell, Charlie Parker's biographer, has the teenager leaving the club saying to himself, "I'll be back" and he kept his promise – not only returning to square things with doubters, but to show everybody with an open mind and open ears a new kind of 20th-century music-making.
Fletchers says Jones threw the cymbal at Parker's head or something
He lied to justify his teaching methods
Throughout the film we see multiple scenes that show his family and his gf don't understand his obsession with music but Fletcher does. Neiman becomes easily manipulated and controlled because of his desire to be a great drummer and is willing to let Fletcher shit on him because he believes that's the path he has to go through. Neiman plays into Fletcher's hand whether he quits and therefore shows Fletcher that he didn't have what it takes or forces his way through and does what Fletcher wants. The ending is a victory for Fletcher rather than Neiman.
have a nice day zoomer
Its a story about how in order to reach the pinnacle in something, you pretty much have to sacrifice everything and give up your entire being in order to achieve it. By the end Neiman is triumphant but at the same time he is lost, as you can tell from the way his dad looks at him. His son has achieved greatness but he also realizes that he has lost him to his art.
The movie tries to show you what it takes to be the best, and then asks you if you think its worth it by showing both sides of the argument.
You know what's funny?
I bet at least 80% of the people who'd say "it's totally worth it" have never done anything successful their entire life.
Do you really think the majority of the "greats" actually gave up their lives in pursuit of this art? It's a meme belief and why this movie is insufferable.
Yeah, I think pretty much everyone who became the best at something had to basically sacrifice his entire live to that goal.
>Do you really think the majority of the "greats" actually gave up their lives in pursuit of this art?
To some extent yes. Why do you think most of the great artists were alcoholic or schizos or autistic?
Pretty much every great person gives up some part of what we consider "normality" to become great at something. They give up a balanced life of social skills, family, personal health, or friendships. They singlemindedly focus on that thing to the detriment of other things.
Some people are just bad with their money, that's not what we're talking about. We're talking about people who are fricked in the head like Kanye, Steve Jobs, or Jim Carrey.
Different anon here but while I agree with you I think this idea of top tier successful people giving up all normality is largely exaggerated. I think what’s closer to the truth is their discipline is way more dialed in. The average modern person literally throws hours of the day away to leisure and even straight up time wasting activity. Of course their lifestyle is going to be shaped by their vocation, but I think that’s only seen as atypical because what’s considered average is so skewed towards almost zero effort in any pursuits.
You're right it seems atypical because most people don't put their full effort into much but it should be said that you can be this way and not be famous either. You can see this obsessive "greatness" in people who put their focus into something we'd consider "mundane" like raising kids or running a business or some time-wasting leisure activity. Like, I don't think it's mundane, I think greatness is greatness but people tend not to recognize it or talk about it openly.
I think the flip side of people viewing these obsessions as atypical is that a lot of these atypical people might actually keep their obsession hidden knowing the social stigma of it.
Yes?
>Why does everyone cream themselves over this shit
Are you perhaps autistic?
Movies are created and written by people yes, but the characters within them are people as well, meaning they can act irrational and solely calculating like a robot.
A common thing high functioning autistic people display when it comes to fictional media is wondering why people act like people, and not emotionless robots who function along a rational cost benefit analysis axiom at all times.
Bad writing =/= why didn't this person do the optimal efficient logical thing devoid of emotion
However if you don't like it that's fine, but don't conflate not liking something with it being bad writing
>Bad writing =/= why didn't this person do the optimal efficient logical thing devoid of emotion
I agree with you, although this argument is sometimes misused to handwave character writing inconsistencies. The corollary to it is that a character's irrationality should stem from established (or at least not contradictive) character traits. Whiplash does this well.
heh, thanks for the pasta kiddo.
Whiplash is kino and I'm tired of pretending it's not
Literally nobody cares about playing the drums. Every drummer sounds the same and nobody even listens to that music. This movie was stupid because this guys was a loser that think people can somehow tell his drums are better than someone else’s drums
You’ve never climbed a mountain, pursued a white whale, hunted a questing beast, added another 10lb for your final set, asked out a woman way out of your league, or challenged yourself in my other way have you?
As an actual musician this movie sounds unbelievably moronic. It's antithetical to the very conception of music as the highest aesthetic aim of the artist. All art aspires to the condition of music.
>Going absolutely fricking insane over jazz drums
Playing the kazoo and slide whistle doesn’t make you a musician Anon.
Skin flute doesn't count
I think this film would have made a lot more sense if it was based on an orchestra musician rather than a jazz band. I was never in a jazz band but I was in youth orchestras and I saw some similar things going on from the people who wanted to pursue it as an actual career rather than just doing it as a hobby.
It was a jazz orchestra. A jazz band would be a sextet at most, usually just 3 or 4 guys. And they wouldn't be so autistic about tempos and shit. THIS is a jazz band
I can tell you why it's a jazz band: jazz is Black person music; It can be phenomenal in the same sense that I can sometimes improvise some incredible riffs or melodies when I'm jacked on LSD, but it's a matter of fact that jazz is a technically insufficient mode of creation of music when compared to that of conscious and willful composition. It's the age old battle between the soul and the mind.
It's a part of Fletcher's character that his demands for perfection are entirely opposite to how music, especially jazz, are meant to be.
The first time they meet the teacher is friendly and basically asks him if he's ready to eat shit, and he says yes.
They both achieved the goal they were seeking by the end. This is called a "triumph."
It's a sports movie. You literally failed to understand a sports movie. Holy frick.
Forgot pic
The ending was a redemption arc for both Fletcher and Neyman that is what makes it so good. That scene is where Fletcher comes through with his claim that he only cares about Jazz and finding talent. The moment he recognizes Neyman, out of the window go all his animosities, his destroyed career. He was not power tripping; it was never personal for him. He wanted good Jazz by any means.
You need to be a musician to be a whiplasher. Andrew Stranberg wasn't a whiplasher.