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Old 07.12.2019, 03:44 PM   #24108
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Originally Posted by _tunic_
 



Whiplash
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i saw that when it came out and really liked it

then i read the commentaries where some jazz cats were saying nononono there is no such thing, nobody plays like that anymore, this man would never be in such a position... etc.

sure, but it’s not meant to be a fucking documentary

it’s about the destructive double edge of perfectionism, and sadism in the rarefied circles of high performance, etc.

comparable perhaps to michael haneke’s the piano teacher

showed that to a prof once who told me haneke must hate music hahaha.

but see, the prof was also an ex-piano player. up and quit at some point.

i think a lot of people lose joy in the practice of an art because they have to be perfect “or else...”

i know people who abandoned the cello, or dance, or a number of things, because they could not be good enough.

so, sure, jazzcats—it’s not a real story. but if it was so potent maybe it’s just that fletcher lurks within us all.
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