Film

Whiplash

Name: Whiplash
Genre: Drama, Music, Thriller
Released: 2014
Cast: Miles Teller, J.K. Simmons, Paul Reiser, Melissa Benoist, Austin Stowell

Whiplash is a two-man duel dressed as a music movie: Fletcher's abuse and Andrew's ambition escalate until the practice room starts to feel like a thriller set. Shot tight, cut fast, scored by the very instrument it's interrogating, it's less about jazz than about what people will let happen to themselves in pursuit of greatness. Exhilarating, exhausting, and deliberately uncomfortable to sit through.

TMDb rating

8.4

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