March to the beat of your own drum. Image via Entertainment Weekly
Let’s start this review with a new spin on a classic joke:
How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
Get a cymbal thrown at your head first.
Just in case you were getting sick of watching people in movies succeed without actually putting much work in, Whiplash offers a solution. That solution, of course, is to watch somebody drum until their hands bleed and blister.
Whiplash has been buzzed about ever since it debuted at Sundance this past winter. It both lives up to and exceeds the hype. It is a film that manages to be both insult comedy and horror at the same time. While the horror part might seem like a stretch, I do feel afraid to listen to jazz now.
