"Poets' " conclusion, a tragic affair, is foreshadowed early in the syllabus - but if you've lived more than five minutes (and they won't let you into the theater otherwise), you already know that most romantic flights of fancy inevitably crash-land. But the performances, Weir's adroit direction and John Seale's superb cinematography take care of that banality. Sure, the heroes (Williams and the Disciples of Smug) and villains (academic crustaceans and med-school-pushing parents) are arranged in a convenient moral gallery. Little by little, his pupils (a fine classroomful of young performers - Robert Sean Leonard, Ethan Hawke, Josh Charles, Gale Hansen and others) spread their wings. He has them march in circles, stand up on their desks (to see things from another perspective) and generally question conventional thinking.
When new professor Keating, a Welton alumnus, brings in his subversive modus operandi (he starts by insisting his class tear out the club-headed introduction to a poetry book), it's academic liberation from then on. Andrew's), where learning is something you take twice daily, so you can wake up a doctor in the morning. "Poets" is about his influence, or teacher John Keating's influence, on a crop of impressionable young lads at Vermont's "Welton Academy" (actually Delaware's St.
Meanwhile, you'll love the movie.īefore you run off expecting "Robin Williams Live": He not only turns in an acting performance (and a nicely restrained one at that), but he's not on screen half the time. You'll go home and fall asleep - but before you do, you'll feel like maybe you want to read poetry. Okay, maybe you won't reach for Shelley (unless you're sitting next to someone named Shelley). This solid, smart entertainment will shake you down too - in the good sense.
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