I didn't really like Whiplash as much as everyone else seems to. It's an interesting film but I felt the plaudits were over the top.
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In my opinion, Whiplash received unwarranted praise from the critics. I suspect it was a quiet year for cinema and there wasn't much to write home about, so they lavished praise on this film because it was a bit different.
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Whiplash, while seeming to appear novel in its approach to the subject of psychological bullying, borrows heavily from every war movie ever produced that shows soldiers being drilled in boot camp.
Individuals who enter the 'programme' somewhat willingly but soon find the physical and mental toll too much to bear? Check. Unflinching, unweilding, unfeeling instructors seemingly hell-bent on a Darwinist 'survival of the fittest' approach and indifferent to the suffering they impose upon their underlings? Check. A story arc that begins with wide-eyed idealism and ends with dead-behind-the-eyes automatons, their very souls crushed by the brutality of the journey they have embarked upon, their only raison d'etre being the unquestioning obeyance of their new master? Check.
Whiplash? Full Metal Jacket with drums, mate.
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Hegel's Master-Slave dialectic describes the relationship between two individuals - the 'master' and the 'slave'. Simply put, the master seeks to dominate the slave but lacks self-awareness. Though in a position of superiority, they are unaware that their exalted position is wholly reliant on the labour of the slave who, ultimately, does achieve a state of enlightenment and overthrows the master.
There are many interpretations of Hegel's dialectic, and critics claim this was intentional, as his language was often vague. In my opinion, Hegel was showing that innovation comes 'from below'. What do I mean by that? Well, to use a parable, the master lives in a big house on a hill and he has a bunch of slaves who toil in the fields at the bottom of the hill, and their job is to till the soil, plant the crops, harvest them and provide the master with food.
The slaves begin by digging with their hands. Back-breaking, exhausting work. One day, they're sitting under a tree taking a break, chatting away, when one of them picks up a stick and starts idly digging at the ground. Another notices this and declares that it looks a lot easier than digging with their hands, so they all grab sticks and start feverishly tilling the soil in the fields, their burden slightly alleviated. The slaves quickly realise that long branches, with broad bases, make the best digging implements, and we can imagine the refinement process over time eventually leading to the invention of the hoe and the spade.
On another occasion one of the slaves ties a stick to a dog's tail and the dog runs across the fields, yelping in terror, much to the amusement of the slaves. But, again, one of their number sees opportunity and points out to the others that the stick is dragging up soil. "Ah!" says his friend, "but the dog is running haphazardly. We need to dig the soil in neat rows. Ten dogs with ten sticks would disturb a lot of soil but it would be a mess."
"Why don't we use that?" asks the first slave, pointing to an ox. "It won't run around like crazy and we could lead it up and down the fields as we like. Plus, I think we could attach 5 huge branches to its back and get the job done in no time!" And so, with future refinements occurring like we saw with the sticks, begins the origins of the plough.
All this time, the master is sat in his big house on the hill. Indifferent to the suffering of the slaves, ignorant of the innovation and progress that is happening far below. His only concern is the end result: food. He doesn't realise that he offers nothing except cruelty and punishment for failure to produce the crops. He doesn't grow, he stagnates. He is not enlightened.
The J. K. Simmons' performance in Whiplash is universally lauded, and he does indeed play an inhumane, brutal jazz band leader really well. Similarly, Miles Teller's portrayal of a talented drummer with a desire to be 'great', unaware of the standards set by Simmons and the lengths he will go to to achieve them, is also excellent.
I mean, it's a good film - don't get me wrong - but it's basically Hegel's Master-Slave dialectic set to a jazz score, mate.
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Fvck off!