Now before discussing how long it took “Whiplash” to put my wife to sleep (spoiler alert: it was about 40 minutes), a note about the music: Lots of good stuff here, including plenty of foxtrots, swings, and quicksteps. I’m expecting to hear some of this music at the studio soon. Not that they play a lot of quicksteps, but it would be nice if they did …
Anyway, on to the not-a-review! “Whiplash” put my wife to sleep in about 40 minutes. (Told you that was a spoiler.) Before that happened, though, she made her usual sort of various observations about the film, including:
Wife: “Is this an independent movie?”
Wife: “I thought so. Nothing has blown up yet.”
Wife: “Is this guy supposed to be the Steve Jobs of drumming?”
Wife: “Is this guy mentally ill?”
Wife: “Doesn’t this guy have anyone to pick on besides the drummers?”
Wife: “I’m going to find this soundtrack on Spotify.”
Wife: “Wow, there are a lot of songs!”
I will add that she was very impressed with the final scene, which, I think, took the movie up several notches in her opinion. If it had started with the ending, she probably wouldn’t have fallen asleep so fast. Try parsing that one!
Wife: “A lot of movies don’t know how to wrap things up properly, but this one did a good job.”
As a side note, whoever was actually doing the drumming for this film was quite impressive. So impressive, in fact, that I decided to show my wife another feat of impressive drumming, to wit:
Me: “After the movie, I’m going to have you listen to another drum solo.”
Wife: “By who?”
Wife: (makes face)*
So after the movie I called up the live version of “YYZ” from Exit … Stage Left and advanced it to Neil Peart’s epic drum solo in the middle of the song.
Was she impressed? Eh, not so much.
Wife: (listens for a minute, says nothing)
Me: “What do you think?”
Wife: “The drummer from the movie was better.”
Me: “But this is real.”
Wife: “Well, somebody had to really play the drums for the movie.”
True enough, somebody did. And they did it very, very well.
* My wife: Not a Rush fan.