J.K. Simmons acting as an arrogant dork in Whiplash was bad enough, but now we have this dreadful piece of schlock that never should have happened, with J.K. Simmons acting as an arrogant dork again. The only thing this movie did was make me want to watch some of the stunning musicals of the past half-century, which are light years ahead of this. I suppose everyone will sit around with sentimental grins on their faces thinking how nice that someone remembers Hollywood enough to shoehorn a bunch of current celebrities into a script that makes you wish someone would fall off a freeway overpass. When did escapism start to resemble nails dragging across a blackboard?