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Nevertheless, Dead Poets Society features Robin Williams' most convincing and
Back to screening room restrained screen work -- effectively muting his compulsion to skip from one
shtick to another, rather than limit himself to playing a single character -- even
though those were the very anarchic impulses that made him a unique star in
the first place. And, although Williams' name appears above the title, he's not
really in it very much. So, another paradox: It's Williams' best movie work
because he's the least like himself and he isn't onscreen long. Consequently, he
doesn't have the opportunity to rip holes in the fabric of the movie with his
familiarly distracting, manic attention-grabbing tricks.
"Carpe Diem, lads! Seize the day! Make your lives extraordinary!"
new teacher John Keating (Williams) preaches to his pink-cheeked English lit
students at Vermont's exclusive Welton Academy in the fall of 1959. Every
school has (or ought to have) a John Keating. He's the outgoing, insurrectionary
teacher who opposes the numbing, by-rote brainwashing methods of so much
institutional book-learning and encourages his kids to follow their passions, to
think for themselves -- his way, of course. When a stuffy introductory essay to a
poetry anthology proposes a ridiculous method that reduces literature to a
mathematical formula, whereby a poem's "greatness" quotient can supposedly be
plotted on a graph, Keating denounces it as rubbish and commands his students
to rip the introduction from the book.
He's fun. He cares. He half-jokingly (but only half-) tells the boys that literature
was invented to woo girls. He does quicksilver impressions of John Wayne and
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So, the only forces opposing Keating's philosophy are rigid and towering ones,
personified by Welton's stern, rigid, downright fossilized old headmaster, Mr.
Nolan (Norman Lloyd), and the cruel, stubborn parent, Mr. Perry (Kurtwood
Smith, who appears to be warming up here for his portrayal of Nazi war criminal
Joseph Goebbles in an upcoming TV movie). "After you've finished medical
school and you're on your own you can do as you damn well please!" the
ruthless Mr. Perry lectures his son, one of Keating's prized students. "But until
then, you do as I tell you to!" So, who are you going to root for -- cuddly bear
Robin Williams or a couple of fascistic cold fish? The deck is as stacked as it
can be.
And yet, in the end, the movie indicates (despite itself) that maybe the
cynic/realist from early in the picture was indeed right, after all. Although there's
a carefully placed scene in which Keating tries to make the distinction between
unfettered self-expression and self-destructive behavior, the principles behind the
re-formation of the Dead Poets Society eventually lead to catastrophe. It
becomes clear that at least some of the boys really aren't emotionally equipped
to incorporate into their own lives the kind of freedom and nonconformism that
Keating is selling. Now here's an idea for a movie with provocative conflicts and
ambiguities -- a well-meaning, influential teacher who unintentionally becomes
the catalyst for tragedy by encouraging his ill-prepared students to fly, Icarus-
like, too close to the sun. But you won't find that movie here.
The picture is really about the boys, who get most of the screen time.
And each of them is given a character trait, more or less. Noel Perry (Robert
Sean Leonard), the bright kid with the Darth Vader dad, decides he wants to be
an actor, despite the rigid plans his father has for him. (A couple decades ago,
"actor" in this context would have been Hollywood code for "homosexual.") Noel's
roommate Todd (Ethan Hawke) is gonna be a writer, but right now he's too shy
to express himself. Charlie Dalton (Gale Hansen) is a fledgling beatnik who has a
great passion for a local girl. And so on. The other guys aren't nearly as
differentiated.
Luckily, director Weir does seem to have learned that the best way to use Robin
Williams in a movie is ... sparingly. Either let him exhaust himself, and the
audience, in an erratic flight of improvisation so that he bounces all over the
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place like a rapidly deflating balloon and then exits when he runs out of air; or
keep him focused and down-to-earth so that he at least resembles a member of
our species rather than some demented extraterrestrial mimic with a berserk
radio receiver where his voice box ought to be.
For the first time since 1982's The World According to Garp, Williams plays a
recognizably human character who operates within the confines of the movie
rather than threatening to tear it apart from the inside to make room for his
stand-up act. (The problem with Dead Poets Society is that the movie's generic
strictures are too confining altogether.) Nor does he wallow embarrassingly in
maudlin, Chaplinesque self-pity, begging the audience to have sympathy for
poor, poor him, as he did so shamelessly in the syrupy Moscow on the Hudson
and Good Morning, Vietnam.
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