Whiplash (2014)

1 copyWhat is up with the 2014 film trend ‘let’s make you little shits in the cinema as uncomfortable and disgusted as possible’? I adored Gone Girl, Foxcatcher, Nightcrawler and Whiplash all in depth but jesus, when did it become a prerequisite for a fantastic film to have people walk out from the film (I had literally never seen that happen at a screening of an American film before) throughout and making you feel like you’d rather crawl out of your skin than stay in yours because you will never be able to wash the filth off?

People are putting down Boyhood so often, but if I had to choose between Boyhood or any of the four other films, I’d choose the first in a heartbeat. It made me feel nice and fuzzy inside and was a fantastic watch. Begin Again was another lovely film — sure, not as much excitement, but super enjoyable, and none of the disgust.

Never in a million years would I put down JK Simmons’s powerful portrayal or the nuanced work of Miles Teller (good for him for getting better roles, by the way!) but where I would ordinarily become crazed about the cool film and the great music, I had to keep my mouth shut as I left the cinema, just not to throw up. For once, I was glad about spoilers — the utterances of ‘Whiplash is Black Swan with a male lead’ had prepared me for some of it.


I had to think for minutes before starting this paragraph, because honestly — all I remembered from the film was the disgust. There was something else, too, though. The structure was so interesting, I couldn’t keep up with it! Right after the film, I thought that all storylines but the drumming had been rushed and incomplete, but now I am thinking that it was very clever — we got to see Andrew’s perspective, right? So we saw how little everything else meant for him. The dinner scene was as excruciating for the viewer as it was for him. So the structure, even if it made me feel like I was completely lost most of the time, actually worked well in the film’s advantage. It was exhilarating, really, to have no idea what is coming next — only thing is that it took me too long into the film to learn to let go of trying to guess, and just go with what is on screen. I still would’ve liked to have seen more beginning, though, because whatever Andrew went through, I can’t help but to wonder what was before that.

I also have to mention that Whiplash has the best trailer I have seen in ages. It is so well crafted. Feverish, spectacular — all the words work. For the film, too, probably, I just don’t have the stomach for the 2014 horror films posing as blockbusters. Oh, Whiplash was exciting alright. But at what cost?


Me whenever thinking about Whiplash, honestly.

Personal note: I know I spend more time apologising than writing posts and coming by your blogs, but I greatly underestimated the weight of the IB, my course in school, which has me study 6-7 hours after 9-hour school days. Blogging has been out of the question. (I’m writing this review at 1.30am after having worked on my English essay and it’s Friday — well, Saturday now.) And the time that’s left I’ve spent freaking out about some pretty terrific news — can’t say much about it yet, but it’s made me smile often and randomly throughout the past few days. Things are tiring but pretty damn great.


Shameless 5×01 recap “Milk of the Gods”

My heart feels complete for the first time in nine months. I present, the best thing on TV right now and twelve of the most emotional recaps, all the way to 5×12, exclusively on Films & Coke.1 This post has nothing Shameless doesn’t, spoilers for 5×01 and is a bit rough, but I had to publish it now or all my opinions will be replaced with others’ — I saw the episode on Friday, after all.


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What, No Popcorn?



  • New year, new feature. I’m trying to come up with a posting schedule and a post format I’m comfortable with — I’m pretty happy with this one, though. It’s hard not to plagiarise Sati or Katy or Mettel Ray because I read their blogs daily and they all have such effective and beautiful style.
  • That being said, I love this community so much! My only blog-related new year’s resolution is to blog regularly. Can’t be that difficult, right?
  • Uh, I was supposed to post this three days ago. But the beginning’s always hard, right?


  • On Friday I woke up by my dad barging into my room, saying our film starts in half an hour. So my morning, at 3pm, started with Nightcrawler — which, honestly, was a fucked up film that I feel disgusted by. An excellent film, a masterpiece, of course. But so disturbing.
  • Last night of last year, I saw Fight Club, which I had only seen clips of before. All I can say is that I should make a shrine for Fincher.
  • I rewatched most of Shameless, too, seasons 1 and 3 in the whole, most of season 2, but I already saw season 4 twice this winter break, so I only saw a few episodes (and all Mickey/Ian parts, naturally.) You calling me insane? Yah, okay, not arguing.
  • Wait and watch what happens when season 5 starts airing.
  • My favourite film of the week was probably Begin Again. I loved the soundtrack and the NYC depiction and the acting, but the overall mood was what won me over the most.

(3) HEY, LOOK!

  • I only watch How to Get Away with Murder from these shows, but this is hilarious! (From 0:29 on, that is.)


1 Gone Girl may have a contender, though — I’m not the least bit over Nightcrawler.

The Unsung Brilliance of Ethan Cutkosky

carlFirst time I watched Shameless, I hated all the Carl scenes. I figured they were a waste of time, pulling focus from Lip and Fiona and all interesting characters. Well, fuck me, because Carl Gallagher, especially in seasons 3 and 4, is one of the most interesting characters.

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