I'm stunned. I don't know what to say.
Whiplash, as a movie, is quite good. Fantastic even. But as it relates to, specifically, being/becoming good at an instrument, I had a hard time suspending my disbelief, which kind of sucks because it killed a lot of the potential for payoff at the end.
Here's a little back story:
Before cinema, before philosophy, before writing, or even before my first truly romantic relationship... I fell in love with music. I first discovered music's potential as a senior in high…
Guillermo del Toro's representative work, Pan's Labyrinth, is the fantasy tale he always wanted to make. Two of his previous films, Cronos and The Devil's Backbone, were fantasy films. They both featured a child within the prominent role. They both subverted typical monster movie tropes by making the "monsters" sympathetic figures. But the completion of everything del Toro had longed to achieve was found in one, very special, labyrinthine world of fantastical monstrosities.
Pan's Labyrinth world was as such: