Craig Sturroc

I had the opportunity of boredom today to rewatch the 2014 remarkable Jazz film Whiplash, and then later, the newest glossy Cooper flick, Maestro. As much as I respect Cooper, any idea, tribute, persona, or biography of Leonard Bernstein was lost from the start. The nasally annoying Cooper impersonation was just awful. This persona non gratta version is further evidence of Hollywood's growing idealogical global warming cesspool combustion chamber.