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Kacie 2021-10-20 18:59:25
The second time I saw it, the gap in perception is slightly larger... The previous fear in the tense atmosphere is gone, and the intensity created by the editing rhythm alone is less attractive. It is because the overly dramatic plot keeps losing points in my heart. . Besides, I don’t have any good feelings about either of the masters or disciples. I really want to kill one of them when I really run into such a teacher and...
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Kianna 2021-10-20 18:59:25
I do not deny that this is a wonderful movie in terms of viewing. The editing is sharp, the rhythm is very good, the male lead and the male partner have excellent performances. But I do not agree with the values affirmed in it. That is to say, people who are forced out by physical/mental abuse are true geniuses and believe that this kind of "sacrifice" is necessary. I can only say that I finally found a male protagonist who could kill and match each other, but how many students who liked...
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Eldridge 2021-10-20 18:59:24
The dazzling editing that flows like notes is really pleasing to the eye. At the end, SOLO made the audience high to burst, and the "confessions" of the jazz bar seemed to be true and false. The peak performances of Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons were full of sparks. However, several paragraphs are completely copied from "Social Network", and many plots are set in a deliberate pursuit of...
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Kaitlin 2021-10-20 18:58:32
...I thought it was my driving school...
Whiplash Comments
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Cristina 2022-04-23 07:01:06
Painful past
When I was learning the piano, I also encountered such a devil teacher, so I fully understand Andrew's hatred and fear of Fletcher. The scary thing about Fletcher is that his standards are so ethereal that every time you've worked so hard on a piece, you don't know how you're going to react to him....
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Lysanne 2022-04-23 07:01:06
Mentor Fletcher is the stumbling block and devil in Andrew's successful journey
Mentor Fletcher is the stumbling block and demon in Andrew's successful journey. He is deliberate and intends to destroy Andrew's artistic future and life with his own hands, causing him to sink into the dark lower level of hell. It is Andrew's own brilliance of human nature such as kindness,...
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Andrew: But is there a line? You know, maybe, you go too far and you discourage the next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker?
Terence Fletcher: No, man no, because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
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Terence Fletcher: It's good to work, huh? How 'bout, uh, Caravan? Bar 105.
[the band prepares; Ryan Connolly is on the drum kit]
Terence Fletcher: Two bars for free. One, and two, and-
[Band begins to play for a moment only to be immediately cut by Fletcher]
Terence Fletcher: That's not quite right, Connolly, um-. I'd like to try Neiman on this.
[Ryan gets up from the kit and is replaced by Andrew]
Terence Fletcher: Maybe now's the time for Neiman to earn the part. One, and two, and-
[Band plays for a moment only to be cut by Fletcher again]
Terence Fletcher: Nope, I guess not. Tanner?
[a reluctant Andrew gets up from the kit and is replaced by Carl Tanner]
Terence Fletcher: One, and two, and-
[Band plays and is immediately cut off again]
Terence Fletcher: Motherfucker! Connolly, get your ass back on the kit!
[Ryan replaces Carl on the kit]
Terence Fletcher: We will stay here for as long as it takes until one of you faggots can play in time. One, and two, and-
[Band plays and is cut off yet again]
Terence Fletcher: Looks like that might be all night. Neiman?
[Andrew replaces Ryan]
Terence Fletcher: One, and two, and-
[Band plays and is cut off]
Terence Fletcher: Not my fucking tempo!
[to the rest of the band]
Terence Fletcher: Sorry guys, hate to put you through this. If you need to fuckin' take a dump, or get a coffee, whatever, now might be a good time because we're gonna stay here until I find a drummer who can fuckin' play in time. I apologize to the musicians. Seriously, take ten, twenty, a fuckin' hour.
[to the drummers]
Terence Fletcher: You hear me, cocksuckers? You better start shitting me perfect four-hundreds! Connolly, get your fuckin' ass back on the kit!