Crazy how this movie was considered some of the best writing of 1989
In the pantheon of movies that have manipulated their way to the top, “Dead Poets Society” is sure one of them. Peter Weir’s movie works magic and says all the right things and the musical score does its part too. But i’m still surprised it managed to attain the level of acclaim it did through the schere audacity of just being merely well-meaning.
It takes place in the hallowed halls of a prep school in 1959- a place that tells its students to follow the four pillars and you’ll do just fine in the Ivy Leagues. Except there’s one teacher who’s different and he, of course, is played by Robin Williams. New poetry teacher John Keating wants his students to refer to him as “Captain, My Captain” and to seize the day because they’ll be dead before they know it.
He also wants them to rip out the introductions of their poetry books because no old fart is going to tell them how to measure good poetry, and stand on their desks because apparently the world looks different from up there, and he inspires them to bring back something called the Dead Poets Society. The group is supposed to inspire revolutionary ideas and romance but mostly all we see is a bunch of guys sitting in a cave, swapping ghost stories, sharing porn, and talking girls. What gives?
Williams’ does nice work in what is a restrained performance from him. You believe his passion when he goes into teachings of love, of leading a life less ordinary, and having your own mind. These are important lessons and he works wonders with them, occasionally falling back into doing impressions, but mostly staying on dramatic task.
This also pulls some strong work from Ethan Hawke, Josh Charles, and Robert Sean Leonard as henpecked students whose lives have already been planned out for them and they’re none to happy about it. Hawke works as a shy young man trying to come out of his shell, Charles learns to take his shot with the girl of his dreams, while Leonard stands up to his domineering father who hates fun.
This is all pleasant and its lessons easy to follow but that’s part of the problem. Everything about it is planned behind Williams’ ability to inspire and the students needing inspiration. I still don’t know a thing about the poetry they’re studying or revering nor does Williams come across as a character. He’s a mouthpiece, the rest of him has no depth at all.
The conflicts are arbitrary- not only is this another authoritarian prep school film but the villainous school administrators simply just hate joy- and what’s worse is the students who have been taught these ideas of revolutions and risk through poetry actually just cower down when real heroism is needed. Keating is scapegoated. They stand on their desks in solidarity with him, but as mentioned, don’t fight for him.
But that the writing in this was considered great enough to be better than “Do the Right Thing” and “Glory” is most absurd. It’s familiar, hokey, and the characters are never as brave or literate as the poetry that’s supposedly inspiring them. This is all just lip service, which the actors are good at and Weir plays to the dramatized hilt, but ultimately just feels empty.