Whiplash
If you’ve never desired to be great – not good, but the best – you might not like Whiplash. Let the cries of outrage follow: “I can understand and appreciate from watching!” “I don’t need to do it to feel it!” Sure. Just like one can describe how riding a roller coaster feels by looking at it from the parking lot, right? Or understanding the power of a 15-foot cresting ocean wave bearing down on you while you kick for your life to punch through its collapsing face by standing on the shore. Or what mortal humiliation in the face of your dream delivered by the mentor you begged to serve, while you tear skin, bleed, alienate family and love, sweat, scream, are hit by an 18-wheeler and keep slapping the skins of a drum is like. Too much? That’s the fascinating water cooler discussion in this film. If you’ve ever wanted greatness, to be the unequivocal best at something, I’ll put my money on the idea that you say the methodology trumps the madness. And that’s where I landed, fasc...