Whiplash
me in 7th grade losing my music for a month and instead of asking my director for new ones(he is literally the middle school version of terrence fletcher) i thought. hmmm i think i will read off of my friends bari sax part on my bass clarinet this will sounds so good. my dumbass not even going for the tenors omg. and also me 3 months ago forgettting to bring my fucking music to school the morning of competition so i wrote in my own parts on random ones i grabbed from the box(why the hell is there never extra copies of bass clarinet Or tenor parts). anyways. i would give this 6 stars if i could Holy shit. i think if i knew how to play drums i would have slit my wrists by the end of this and if he was my director i would hang myself too. i wish i could watch it for the first time again just to count how many times my fucking jaw dropped. this is genuinely the most stressful thing i have ever watched. not even to mention how fucking badly i need miles teller this was supposed to be a thirst watch. i would lick every drop of sweat and blood off his kit. i want to drink that pitcher of his diluted blood ice water. And he’s also Just like me Fr i can’t. i literally do the same stupid hair as him all the time !!!!! and not to mention the moral dilemma brought up especially in the bar scene. like is it worth this hardship to create a better product?! especially with the anecdote of that one guy Fucking Killing himself. I hate long letterboxd reviews so much ik always like. girl how tf do u have this much to say about a movie But here i am. Anyways tldr this is the most stressful movie on planet earth