I knew I was in for a treat when I saw those pillars of Weinstein light shining brightly before the film began. I'm almost ashamed that in 2015 we're still making films this patronising and regressive. The definition of Oscar bait. I can almost see Cumberbatch grating his teeth through lines trying to pass it off as character quirks.
It might be saved by it's own story, but the film makers chose to highlight the more sympathetic elements over the more socio-political or ethical ones, and thus the film fails.
Sure it's somewhat more laborious than say The Ladies Man, but there is too many good things about this film to let that consume my enjoyment of it. Professor Kelp is one wonderfully curious creation, the set design is orgasmic for the eyes and the strange commentary on identity, addiction and social integration are great. Plus, Buddy Love.
Either Damien Chazelle is a failed musician OR he's an old world, stodgy judge at brass band competitions who is probably also a failed musician. In reality, he's a film director and he's made one of the most frustrating films of 2014.
Whiplash is the by-product of music being stripped of it's creativity, innovation and soul. It's a film about a young man who strives for excellence in an environment that praises technical proficiency and exactness over humanity and the…