So the UK release of Fifty is upon us and I'm underwhelmed. So far, 2015's Go-To film about sadomasochism has to be Whiplash (I may be forced to eat my words at a later date as I am yet to see The Duke of Burgundy which looks sublime)
"A wealth of love..."?
Strictly speaking, Whiplash is not a film about sex or indeed jazz as many critics would add. Its historical references may be notoriously inaccurate but the cruel power dynamics make for compelling viewing. And beyond the great music J.K. Simmons and Miles Teller keep the momentum going all the way through.
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