The New Yorker claims that Whiplash did Jazz a disservice in not representing the genre’s “truths”. Might well be, but it’s a very moving film, either way. What we loved about the story was that it displayed how easy it is to get lost in the pursuit of your dreams, and how abuse of power can destroy the naive. However, there’s an inspiring undercurrent here in what is a ridiculously entertaining film. And that is: you need to push yourself beyond what you think you’re capable of in order to find out what you’re actually capable of. Hollywood is all about “overcoming obstacles”, and generally it’s handled with extra cheese, but in this film’s cathartic denouement, like some sort of jazz-porn-ejaculation, just maybe we realise that life is actually about overcoming obstacles. If you want too.