Follow My Cue

by bxrtley

[Whiplash Movie Spoiler!!!]

Fletcher reminds me of Stephen King’s muse. He’s an eerily rude guy in the basement who doesn’t doesn’t sprinkle his fairy dust of inspiration until you put in an uncomfortable amount of work. When you push back against your Fletcher, that motherf*cker gets in line and plays to your tune. He transitions from oppressor to team player. He submits to you. He works with you. And for you. In the end, Fletcher did so for Neiman. Your doubt turns into dominance. Fear into fruition. The Greats, in the end, take charge and say, “Follow my cue.”