SummaryRobin Williams stars as John Keating, an unconventional teacher at a conservative New England prep school who inspires his students and encourages them with the rallying call "carpe diem" (seize the day).
SummaryRobin Williams stars as John Keating, an unconventional teacher at a conservative New England prep school who inspires his students and encourages them with the rallying call "carpe diem" (seize the day).
Hurrah! Poetry and passion, comedy and tragedy are fused into one absolutely marvelous affirmation of independent spirit in Dead Poets Society. [2 June 1989, Daily Notebook, p.E1]
An absolute masterpiece and a wonderful story. I have watched this movie couple of times and everytime it took my breath away. Robin Williams did a great job with his character as always also Ethan Hawke was amazing alongside Robert Sean Leonard. I reccomend you to watch it.
Sure, the heroes and villains are arranged in a convenient moral gallery. But the performances, Weir's adroit direction and John Seale's superb cinematography take care of that banality.
Beneath the polished surface, Dead Poets Society is moribund at the core - too pat, too safe and too hypocritical, as conformist as the conformity it so easily decries.
Not the worst of the countless recent movies about good kids and hidebound, authoritatian older people. It may, however, be the most shameless in its attempt to pander to an adolescent audience.
We watched this in school. Weird pick for a bunch of 13 - 15 year olds :D. Not my favourite movie, fine for what it was in the 80's or whenever it was made. Not for me since i **** despise poetry...
If you are going wo watch this film, don' expect anything new. Its banal and unoriginal overall. Robin Williams is miscast as well. Despite his charisma he seems forced. The only remarkable thing about the film is Ethan Hawke's performance.
J'ai du mal à m'en rappeler, car à chaque fois je pionce pendant tout le film comme un dimanche après-midi devant Drucker. Au moins ce bon vieux Michel a-t-il le mérite de me réveiller de temps à autre dès qu'il pose l'inévitable question à ses invités endormis : "vous aimez les chiens ?'
Alors je lui réponds que j'adore les chiens. A la broche. Le cercle des poètes disparus (heureusement qu'ils sont disparus, morts d'ennui sans doute !) me fait le même effet et déclenche une haine encore plus forte de tout ce qui touche à la poésie et autre pseudo-littérature intello-pleurnicharde. Un prof comme ce Robin Williams, ça donne des envies de meurtre. Au fusil de chasse. Dans la tête.
C'est la "philosophie de la vie" à la petite semaine, sirupeuse à souhait, tellement bon enfant gnangnan que je cours me réfugier chez Casimir pour qu'il me fasse un bon gloubiboulga. Casimir ne pérore pas, ne pontifie pas non plus comme cette troupe d'étudiants complètement schlass en admiration malsaine devant ce prof bêtifié qui raconte n'importe quoi pour remplir du vide.