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This is my review of Whiplash!
Andrew Neyman (Miles Teller) is an aspiring drummer determined to be the next Bernard “Buddy” Rich. He gets his chance when he becomes a part of his school’s elite music conservatory, led by the volatile and sadistic Terrence Fletcher. Driven by a grudging respect for Fletcher, Andrew pushes himself to the point of reckless passion as he wishes to earn his place as Fletcher’s drummer.
I just watched this movie an hour ago and I’m already eager to watch it again. The simmering performances between Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons drive the kinetic story from beginning to end.
When I was in high school, I remember listening to my brother practice on his guitar for hours, perfecting his craft until he could play any song just right. In that aspect, I found this movie to be very relatable, given that I am not a musician myself. Even though the film focuses solely on music, anyone who is involved in the arts (writing, music, painting, cooking, dancing, etc.,) will connect with Andrew’s struggle.
The rivalry between Andrew and Fletcher is as mesmerizing as Luke and Darth Vader. That’s right; I went there. Like the lightsaber duels throughout the original Star Wars trilogy, the drumming sequences are an internalization of the conflict between the characters. Every scene between Andrew and Fletcher demonstrate Andrew’s desire to win his teacher’s admiration and Fletcher’s need to find a new prodigy to guide and claim as his own.
There’s also a very interesting contrast between Andrew’s relationship with his own father and his dysfunctional rapport with Fletcher. Jim Neyman is kind but ineffectual, while Fletcher is temperamental but commanding. The fact that Andrew seeks the attention of a domineering instructor while ignoring the gentle support of his own father speaks volumes about the young man’s need for a stronger male figure in his life.
Miles Teller needs to abandon the Divergent trilogy (and any Fantastic Four movies) and play more characters like Andrew Neyman. Ambitious, cocky, and riddled with anxiety, the raging determination in Andrew’s eyes as the intensity of Fletcher’s abuse weighs down on his shoulders is conveyed by Teller’s gritty performance.
Let’s be honest: The real star is J.K. Simmons. Holy cow, why isn’t he playing villains more often? Simmons earned that Oscar for Best Supporting Actor. An electric and terrifying dictator of a man who is equipped with a tongue sharper than the sword used to cut off the head of Anne Boleyn, Terrence Fletcher is a formidable foe. His deep voice is already intimidating and once he starts berating Andrew and other characters, he becomes all the more frightening. I like how when he first talks to Andrew, he is approachable and seems genuinely interested in Andrew’s backstory. Then he uses what he knows about Andrew (such as Mrs. Neyman walking out on the family) to tear the young man down. That is absolutely malicious. By the second act, I froze up every time Fletcher was on screen. In real life, this character would have me cowering in a corner, bawling my eyes out. On screen, I couldn’t take my eyes off this scary man. It is that great of a performance.
The ending is a bit of an overkill. I get that Andrew is using his drumming solo to tell Fletcher where to go, but it lasts for fifteen minutes and could have been shortened.
If you have ever been verbally abused, primarily by a teacher or mentor, this movie may be hard to watch. I never want to deter anyone from watching a great film, but I also want to be respectful of readers would may have had traumatic experiences.
I adore Whiplash. Miles Teller’s Andrew is connectable and sympathetic while J.K. Simmons’ Terrence Fletcher is as great a villain as Darth Vader, Captain Vidal (Pan’s Labyrinth) and Professor Radisson (God’s Not Dead). The animosity between the two characters is a thrilling intrigue that carries the film with sound and fury.
Saint Genesius of Rome, pray for us.