Whiplash technically stars Miles Teller (and his entirely punchable face, I gather this is how he landed the Reed Richards role) as a drumming student in a cutthroat jazz band, but J.K. Simmons steals the show as a tremendous asshole band director. It’s not even in a funny way, he’s just horrible, and it’s great. Slightly reminiscent of my own sometimes dickish band director in high school (but fortunately he was not nearly this consistently awful).
Supergirl‘s Melissa Benoist is the love interest, and as usual she’s way hotter as a brunette (though she’s only in this for like 5 minutes). And Paul Reiser, apparently not dead, is Teller’s father.
There are a couple fuckups as far as matching the video to audio. Mostly showing trumpets with no mutes in them while we hear muted trumpets. But I guess they shot this in only 19 days, so there are fewer mistakes than you might think. Teller has been a drummer for a decade, so that helps a lot.
It’s a very good movie. Simmons totally deserved his Oscar, my only real complaint about the movie is that I think it ultimately endorses being a dick. But disagreeing with the theme doesn’t detract from what is mostly an excellent film.