After the hype all around, I went in to watch this movie with a lot of expectations. Especially because I haven't seen a movie on drumming, at least not a drummer as the protagonist. I have to admit, I am a little disappointed.

Drumming is an art. One needs finesse to be a drummer. Here, in the movie, it seems all about 'speed': playing fast tempos. Double time and triple time. To the extent blood oozes out of your body. Is that the definition of good music? Haven't the makers of the film heard of 'rests' in music charts. What not to play and when not to play is more powerful than what you indeed play.

And why is it that the Conductor Mr.Fletcher has his eyes set only on the drummer. Not once did we see him interact with the other musicians of the ensemble.

With all that filth and anger from the Conductor, one really wonders if any good music would ever flow out from that band? It reminded me of the great movie 'An officer and a gentleman'. The Commanding Trainer in the movie was arrogant and ruthless for a good reason. But not so in 'Whiplash'.