Whiplash (2014) reflected a dark time in Jesse’s life. He was playing on the school basketball team. Training was every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday directly after school, 5-6:30 p.m.
It was the start of 9th grade. Jesse and his teammates were sitting on the gym floor, awaiting the new coach’s arrival. Little did they know, this season was going to be different. While the old coach had injected a sense of fun in the training atmosphere, the new coach immediately established an iron-fisted presence. He rarely let up this persona, once punishing the players with unique conditioning exercises for laughing on the sidelines during a scrimmage. Even worse, he once ordered a conditioning session disguised as punishment, blaming the players’ pains on their own incompetence and idleness. At least, that’s what Jesse saw and felt. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, for a year and a half, he dreaded the school bell that signaled the end of school, because he knows of the pressure to come, the pressure of appeasing the coach, the pressure of not making a mistake…
Finally, he quit. A couple of teachers asked him if he wanted to tell his story to school administrators, and the events of Whiplash flashed through his mind. Andrew is a passionate young drummer, taken under the wings of Fletcher, a cutthroat instructor. Fletcher physically, verbally, and psychologically abuses Andrew, and when Andrew couldn’t take it anymore, he anonymously tells his story and Fletcher is fired. The two’s paths meet again, but Fletcher ends up sabotaging Andrew’s drumming dreams by purposely embarrassing him in a major performance.
Jesse feels the story – Andrew’s experiences and emotions – being played out in his own life, and is convinced not to say a word to the administrator. And if the movie convinced him of something about his own reality, what more can you really say about it?
