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Wednesday 25 February 2015

Drummer Drama | Whiplash - Review


SPOILERS

All the music teachers who ever taught me were fearsome to some degree. It doesn't take a lot to scare me but Mrs. Jennings, Mr. Dickson and Mr. Clarke made most of their students nervous with their dictatorial methods. Even gentle choirmaster Mr. Storey could be tough at times. Mrs. Jennings wouldn't hesitate to single out one person in a roughly 60 strong middle school choir if they were mucking about. Mr. Dickson's anger probably just came from having a surname that was easily mockable by comprehensive school students and Mr. Clarke was, I think, just frustrated by my general slow progress with the violin. None of them, however, are a patch on Dr. Terence Fletcher in Whiplash, as played by J.K. Simmons, channelling some of the anger of his earlier, more comical, performance in Sam Raimi's Spider-Man films as Daily Bugle editor J. Jonah Jameson. Here, in a sense, he's gone from Peter Parker to Charlie Parker but now he's deadly serious.

Perhaps if these tutors had been half as tough on me as Fletcher is on his students then I might have reached greater musical heights (or given up faster). At least I still have my violin. Yet, as Whiplash demonstrates, the desire to be great must come from within, as it does with young Andrew Neyman (Miles Teller), who idolises Jazz legends Buddy Rich and Charlie Parker, AKA 'Bird'. 19 year old Andy's one goal in life is to be a drumming hero like his idols and he sees his chance to achieve this by impressing Fletcher - the Gunnery Sergeant Apone of upstate New York's Shaffer Conservatory of Music. Andy does this early on in the film and is willing to go to almost unbelievably extreme lengths to please a music teacher unhinged in his obsession with finding the next 'Bird' by bullying his students through shouting, name-calling, slapping, chair-throwing, insulting their parents and forcing them to relentlessly rehearse until they are on his tempo, or their fingers snap off. This dude is marching to a different drum, for sure - BOOM, BOOM!

Andy makes it into Fletcher's Studio Band as a 'squeaker' (someone who tunes and turns pages for the main drummer) and we learn about the band's existing musicians through the new boy's nervous eyes. They all seem ambivalent towards him, talking amongst themselves as they tune up. Then, apropos of nothing, a saxophonist shoots up from his seat and bellows 'MILK THE C**T!' This threw me and I didn't know if he was referring to Andy and what this would mean for the poor lad if he was, or whether the saxophonist meant Fletcher, whom they're expecting and who enters shortly after, instilling silence in the group. His behaviour from this point on easily justifies calling him a c**t but everyone pays him the utmost respect and fear.

My later Google search confirmed that the sweary saxophonist was commanding the pianist to play Middle C in order for other band members to tune their instruments to it. It seems extreme language for such a thing, yet it's indicative of the sort of aggressive, tough atmosphere that Fletcher has created, to hear one of his musicians talk like that. It's not a phrase I remember hearing amongst middle school or church choirs, so it must just be a jazz band thing. If any jazz musicians are reading this, please feel free to let me know in the comments.

Camaraderie is somewhat rare in Fletcher's band, unsurprisingly, given the overt competition he engenders. His underhand tactics also cause friction the like of which would surely be unhelpful in reality for keeping a band together enough to reach the heights Fletcher expects ('Fletcher Expects' would be a slogan on posters all over Shaffer, were it not engraved on its students' hearts and souls) in his musical cult. Andy abandons friends, girls and neglects his family in his pursuit of greatness under Fletcher's eye. Yet, Andy has chosen this ascetic life and Fletcher is only too happy to take advantage of the boy's decision. He has the perfect pupil in Andy - one for whom drumming is a religion and who is happy to let Fletcher be his god. Andy has the kind of self-belief I only dreamt of at 19; the kind of focus and bloody-mindedness required to achieve a goal but at the cost of everything else in his life. The question Whiplash prompts is, is it worth it? Why is Fletcher seemingly the only way to greatness for Andy? No. There must be other teachers capable of pushing him to the next level but we only see Mr. Kramer at the beginning, who is softer on students and defers to Fletcher as they do.

At one point, Andy profanely berates another band member down the phone, Fletcher-style, whilst speeding to an important gig at a concert hall in a hired car. Andy's rant is cut short, however by a crash so realistically forceful, I actually felt like his passenger. Less believable, though, is the fact that, after crawling out of the wreck bleeding and shaken, Andy races to the concert hall to drum. It's not that he manages to keep playing following the crash but that his drive (so to speak) and obsession with drumming is so intense, he won't even let a car accident stop him. I went along with this whilst watching the film but felt less convinced afterwards.

If I were Andy, I personally would have given up after Fletcher's abuse during the first studio session. I guess this is the point, though. Andy wants drumming glory so badly that he thinks he must convince Fletcher he's the right drummer for 'Whiplash' to get the chance to impress the industry bods at the performance. Doing this whilst suffering from actual whiplash isn't likely to achieve that goal, though.


Andy's dedication is admirable but also sad in that all he wants in life is to be a great drummer and we get no indication of why except a video of him impressing his dad with a drum solo as a little boy. I think, when we the audience are expected to watch a lead character so closely, we deserve a little more explanation. The father and son relationship is a touching one and a cornerstone of the film. Fletcher threatens to supersede the mild-mannered Jim Neyman (Paul Reiser - Burke from Aliens, I'd wondered what had happened to him over the years!) as a father figure in being someone who not only truly understands Andy's goal in life - unlike his real Dad, who only seems tolerant of it - but may help him fulfil it, just by the most brutal means necessary. Fletcher later explains that he's as tough as he is because he is trying to give the world the next Charlie Parker, which won't happen if he goes easy on students. There is possibly some unresolved trauma of Fletcher's own also coming into play but Andy seems to understand and respect the older man's reasoning. I would argue that greatness doesn't have to come from boot camp tactics, surely there must be great drummers out there who reached the heights they did through respectful encouragement and pushing from their teachers? That and lots of practice and sacrifice.

I love a good bully vs victim story and Whiplash is a fine example. Just watching the abuse Andy takes from Fletcher in the trailer made me want the kid to ram his drumsticks up his tutor's nostrils until they burst out of the Professor's shiny, bald, veiny head. Instead and no doubt for the better, the film forgoes such a retaliatory route for a more interesting one. We don't get to see Andy beat up Fletcher (not exactly, anyway), or Jim Neyman rumble with him, which would have taken the satisfaction away from watching Andy bring him down a note or two later. Happily, Andy does grab life by the drumsticks in the end.

Prior to the concert hall performance, Andy thankfully starts to fight back against Fletcher's bullying once his progress is threatened after the Professor gives Andy's 'Whiplash' part to another drummer. This comes to a head when Andy tackles his teacher to the floor. When Fletcher loses his job at Shaffer after his methods cause serious problems and blames Andy for the sacking, he embarrasses his former student in front of a band and a live audience, including Neyman Sr. All that's left for Andy to do is play Fletcher at his own game, using his drumming - what he's best at - to regain self-respect and, more importantly, the respect of the audience (off-screen and on).

This seems to be a theme with drummers, since, earlier, Fletcher recalls Charlie Parker's drive to excel stemming from his desire not to be laughed at again after a disastrous early performance, followed by a dressing-down from his own music tutor. Of Fletcher, Jim asks Andy, 'His opinion really matters to you, doesn't it?' It matters too much. Yet, why else would any performer get up and do their thing in front of others in the first place, if not to gain their approval? Even though the final, rousing (and overlong) number shows Andy taking control over Fletcher, is it also Andy wanting to earn back his former teacher's respect, even after Fletcher's horrible treatment of him and fellow musicians?

Not being a Jazz fan didn't impede my enjoyment of a film (although if you hate Jazz, it could be a struggle) where the drumming isn't the focus but the drama of someone who must overcome the monster to be the best.

Thursday 5 February 2015

Transcending Borders | Open Bethlehem - Review



Leila Sansour looking over Bethlehem
The Israel-Palestine conflict is something that Christian arts festival Greenbelt has worked hard to raise awareness of. It was a constant element of the 2009/10 festivals I attended, being the subject of various talks, films, etc. I did make an effort to engage but struggled to get my head around the politics of it all. Also, whilst it's commendable of Greenbelt to bring it to people's attention, I felt a bit like it was being forced down my throat, which put me off, perhaps selfishly, given that the problems occurred in the heartland of the faith held by many Greenbelters, myself included. My ambivalence was also, to my shame, partly because the conflict was not on my doorstep and so I cared less about it than other issues closer to home. Nor did I really have the resources to go and do anything to help, although I admired those who did.

Aside from talks, etc, 'Soldiers' also guarded the 'borders' between different sections of the festival site, demanding to see people's passports - a show to represent an aspect of daily life for those living in Israel and Palestine. Coincidentally, Open Bethlehem features many religious, political and media figures from around the world, including former Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams, as well as former US President, Jimmy Carter, amongst others, showing off mock-up Bethlehem passports. This was in aid of the Open Bethlehem campaign which is a large part of the film. It is written, directed, produced and presented by Leila Sansour, a Palestinian filmmaker who has dedicated a decade of her life to documenting the hardship caused by the wall dividing Palestine and Israel, including the little town of Bethlehem, where she grew up.

Visual gimmicks really help me get into documentaries, such as the funky animations in Morgan Spurlock's Super Size Me. Aside from the mock passport, Open Bethlehem had an animated version of Leila's little red car flying across Israel, transcending borders, which helped lighten the often necessarily downbeat tone. If the real version of her car had been able to do this, I might've enjoyed the film even more but it probably would've detracted from the story somewhat.

I thought that watching Open Bethlehem might ignite more of a passion in me about the Israel-Palestine conflict than Greenbelt had. Plus, it made a change from watching sci-fi epics like 2001 and Interstellar. I foudd the film passionate, serious, focused and, at times, surprisingly amusing (e.g. the car). Yet, it failed to get me fired up about the issue enough to leave me thinking much about it afterwards, or even considering a visit to Israel to see things for myself - the only thing that could help me fully understand it. However, the human interest stories in the film did enable me to empathise better with those living in such a dire situation. The effect of the wall on Laila and her family was particularly saddening.

Further enhancing the tragedy of it all was the highlighting of the fact that it has been happening in the Holy Land - a place intended as the home of God's chosen people and the birth of Judaism and Christianity. Leila herself mournfully ponders the lack of miracles in Jesus' - and her - homeland. It will certainly take a few to bring down the wall and an end to the conflict. Leila seems to have lost whatever religious faith she may have had but not faith in herself or the hope that things can change.

Open Bethlehem failed to light a revolutionary fire within me. This was not least because, after all Leila's impassioned searching and campaigning, she and her supporters had still not managed to bring about any lasting change as of 2013, where the film ends. Admirably, she is still fighting and hopefully, further Open Bethlehem screenings will make some difference.

Meeting other audience members afterwards, a lot of them were already passionate about the Israel-Palestine situation and the film only made them more so, with some preparing to visit Israel and see what they could do to help. There was an information stall for the Norwich Palestine Solidarity Campaign, as well as a discussion about issues raised by the film. If we had also been given Bethlehem passports on our way out, then that would have been the crushed walnuts on the Caraway Pudding!

A further screening of Open Bethlehem is scheduled at Cinema City again on March 2nd, 2015 but only if enough tickets are sold, so, if you are interested about learning more about this issue, are passionate about it, or just want to see a well-made documentary in the cinema, then you can book here.

Discover more about the Open Bethlehem film & campaign at the official website here.