"Whiplash" has had some good reviews so today I decided to struggle through the snowdrifts aboard my new sledge - pulled by six husky dogs. This was kindly donated by Siberian blogger "Ivan the Terrible". At first I thought I would name the dogs after Santa's reindeer but instead I decided to call them Lee, Helen, Meike, Gowans, Adrian and Molly. They fight over the raw meat I throw to them but seem to respond to my bullwhip. I may have to have Adrian neutered as he's forever sniffing at the bitches' behinds.
Past Hunter's Bar and along Ecclesall Road. Passers by stood with jaws open and the number 88 bus narrowly missed the number 83A when the drivers simultaneously spotted my "Tundra Express" sledge gliding along. Eventually I arrived at The Showroom and tied the sledge up at the bicycle stand outside Sheffield Hallam University Students' Union.
"Whiplash" is an odd film. It has nothing to do with controlling randy huskies. Instead it is about jazz drumming and the quest for perfection. The lead parts are played by Miles Teller as the obsessive student drummer Andrew Neiman and J.K. Simmons as autocratic jazz band teacher Terence Fletcher.
There's a breathless energy to this film culminating in Neiman's outrageous drum solo which finally wins Fletcher over. "Whiplash" is not about killing or crime, it's about psychology and the quest for perfection. Strangely, there is a sense in which music seems to take a back seat. I thought that J.K.Simmons was brilliant but ultimately, despite the reviews, I doubt that this film is going to occupy a place on the "best films" shelf in my memory's film library.
At the students' union, the huskies were slavering and yapping at passing students and a parking enforcement officer was trying to put a ticket on my new sledge. "Oh no!" I exclaimed as Helen and Meike leapt at his undefended rump with bared fangs.
We proceeded home through the rush hour traffic and only occasionally did I have to flex my bullwhip - mostly on Adrian's furry rear end.