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Dead Poets Society (1989)
This goody-goody picture about an unconventional English teacher who awakens a "passion" in his prep school students through literature and poetry was both a commercial and critical success at its time of release, hailed for its dramatic power and Robin Williams’ performance. But if you can sit through it without feeling unpleasantly, almost suffocatingly manipulated – not to mention rather cheated – I applaud your tolerance. The script, by Tom Schulman, is so in love with its own perceived sophistication and intellectualism that any concern for truthfulness is flimsily brushed aside. And the director, Peter Weir, never lets his young cast breathe and create discernable characters in their own right. Although Robert Sean Leonard and Ethan Hawke look great and demonstrate hints of talent in their parts, their minutely controlled performances reveal them to be puppets for Weir’s melodramatic agenda. And the ever so sympathetic Williams is his willing adjutant.
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