I love every single thing about this movie. Jon M. Chu, Cynthia Erivo, Ariana Grande, thank you for beautifully and wonderfully bringing my favorite Broadway musical to the screen.
95/100
I'm writing this currently halfway through the year, so the rank of this film may fluctuate greatly, but regardless of that, I cannot overstate the mediocrity of this movie. I mean, I love the setting of high-class restaurants across most films and/or television, so it truly is baffling to me how a movie like this can leave me feeling such incredible apathy towards it. I quite honestly feel nothing about this movie. It went in one ear and out the other, and to be frank, I would've preferred to hate it than to feel nothing. Here we are though...
(25/100)
Yet again Kevin Perjurer absolutely owns the documentary art form with a subject matter that I never thought about or considered until he took 97 minutes to explain it to me. The twists and turns of this seemingly arbitrary story left me feeling simultaneously nostalgic and remorseful for the simple joys of childhood I have since let fade away. It's a beautiful exploration on what it means to be an artist and what an artist's legacy becomes regardless of their wishes. It's beautiful Kevin. Thank you.
(80/100)
What can I say about Whiplash?
Yes, the dialogue is some of the best I've ever heard. Yes, the camerawork makes brings me equal levels of awe and absolute terror. Yes, I have the "Not Quite My Tempo" scene memorized, and yes, I have somehow figured out a way to fit the music into character work for as many shows/scenes as humanly possible. Beyond that though?
I honestly don't think that I can articulate just how deeply this movie resonates…