One famous English proverb says: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Whiplash recreates this saying and takes it to a whole new level.
The new aphorism could sound like this:
The road to success is paved with sweat and blood.
Draconic jazz professor Terence Fletcher knows it and soft-spoken Music student Andrew is the only one willing to test it to its limits. Heck, even the author of this review can’t get it out of his head. Why? Because this is by far the most honest line Hollywood has mouthed in a very long time.
Welcome to Whiplash, a jazz piece that has to be executed to perfection otherwise it is just another piece of crap.
Director and writer Damien Chazelle recognized the sacrifices one must make to become great and implemented them into a script memorable not for its vivid characters or outstanding story but for its naked honesty. That’s where this jazz piece comes into play reuniting one tough teacher (played by THE Jonah Jameson of Spiderman, J.K. Simmons) and a great-wannabe who doesn’t know nor is he willing to follow the path to immortality.
Fletcher’s motto – There are no two words in English language more harmful than Good Job – and teaching methods are unconventional but there are necessary to discover the greatness within. He sees Andrew a shy freshman who loves his drums and puts him to the test.
Andrew accepts the challenge constantly pushing himself to the breaking point and beyond. He witnesses the ups and downs of life from confidence to lack thereof, from not giving in to basically giving up and from being on the top of the world to falling abruptly to the foothills and back again. In the process, he learns that nobody will wait for him and once passed up no opportunity will ever come back. That’s life and that’s the shockingly honest world created by Chazelle.
Welcome to Whiplash, a world where mediocrity is NOT a choice, a world where this particular film review is just another piece of crap…