What was his fucking problem?
What was his fucking problem?
Jason Wood
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Jason Martinez
>pushing students to their limit to get the absolute best out of them
>bad thing
Spotted the faggot who never played sports
Christopher Carter
Drummer wasn't on his tempo
Adam Howard
He is a good teacher , music learning should be like going to army
Julian Perez
it was the highest level of the best music school in the country
tryhard or gtfo
Jaxson Hughes
he bullied one student to death.
Austin Gonzalez
How is throw chairs and slapping students supposed to get the best out of them?
Nicholas Morgan
>push them to their limit to be the absolute best
>turns out "the best" is playing background music at a shitty jazz bar.
it's funny because you don't seem to realize that the movie was mocking people like you
Anthony James
He was a weak faggot.
Gabriel King
I wasn't being ironic desu
Jonathan Robinson
Whiplash is top 5 redditcore. Get this shit out of here.
Juan Murphy
Fear works better than coddling them like children.
Aiden Collins
If someone treated you like that you would break down crying, don't act tough on the internet
Hudson James
What about the end? That was clearly a chance to go onto bigger and better things
Samuel Richardson
problem? all he was trying to do was run a paper and reveal the truth about that web shooting bastard. He didn't compromise the journalistic integrity just to support some crazed vigilante
Jaxson Barnes
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Elijah Hernandez
If you didn't notice
>This rises to a hilarious peak in the concert scenes; the fact that the camera is locked on the two men conceals the fact that these massive venues are almost entirely empty
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Whiplash is 100% a satire.
Christian Nguyen
he was a god damn nazi fuck
Michael Jackson
>projecting what you would do onto others
fuck off, spineless faggot. Grow some balls and then maybe, just maybe, you won't be a little bitch anymore.
Is that you and your friend? How is this relevant?
Bentley Stewart
I agree with everything but the fact that you called it a "satire".
It's more of a look into obsession, and one aspect of obsession is how sometimes what you dedicate your life to doesn't matter to the majority of people. It's made clearer by Simmons at the jazz bar, the break-up, and the dinner scene.
No one cares about jazz anymore, but Simmons and Teller do, and they're willing to fly way too close to the sun with wings made out of cheap wax and pigeon feathers to achieve whatever it is they want to achieve.
Benjamin Reed
not if he winds up injuring them and they can't play anymore.