Second viewing, four years after its original release. More than the last time, Whiplash seems like a shallow film that leaves you with nothing in the end, and it ends up vague ethically. It seems that the horrible teacher was right all along, and no wonder the visual strategy of the director can be narrowed down to glorifying the brutality of the whole thing, with no reflection on the fragility of the protagonist's character.
I find it difficult to understand why I should give a damn when some white rich kids whose egotistical grandpa has brought dinosaurs back from extinction to make more money out of it, are scared to death when they are face to face with one of those lovely living toys, and are about to be crushed in a car. I really don't! It was just horrible to sit through, not in a good way of course!