I thought this movie was awful. I didn't like Mr. Holland. I didn't like his class. I thought it was all total cheese. Oh, and I hate the song he writes at the end.
But so many people love this movie and think it was a touching story. I don't get it.
It's such well-plowed ground, and he seemed so inept at teaching. You have kids who are primarily interested in rock'n'roll, and it suddenly hits him: "Maybe I could finally reach them with rock'n'roll!" Ooooooh! And in another news flash, water is wet!
He didn't care about his son until he was almost grown. He's supposedly a teacher, and it doesn't occur to him to try to connect to his son through music? His "He's deaf! He can't be a part of anything I care about!" attitude was disgusting.
And the great breakthrough was that he could finally love his son for who he is -- you know, the basic thing you should be able to expect from a father. But that's where he ends up -- having the basics. Well, bless your heart! That's so...so...average!
It was over two hours of our lives we'll never get back again. The highlight of the whole move was the marching band in the parade, and the cut to the people in the grandstand and one fellow behind the microphone -- Portland, Oregon legend, Tom Peterson. It only lasted about five seconds but we ran it backwards twice just to make sure it was him. By jingies, it was. Well, now we can die happy.
Yes, the movie was THAT bad.
I got the feeling it wanted to be "The World According to Garp," but just wasn't that good.
Perhaps the people raving about it had a particular teacher who'd touched their lives deeply, and they read a lot into the movie that wasn't there. I dunno.
BTW, I thought the song sounded lovely with just piano and the girl singing. As an orchestral piece it really did stink on ice.
When evil is viewed as good, righteousness is viewed as evil.
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