This morning I watched Dead Poets Society. Having missed it when it first came out, I’ve been vaguely aware on the odd occasion that I should get around to seeing it.
Naturally its’ age and acclaim has spawned a range of parody-style names and titles from “Dead Bats Society” to “Dead Runners Society”. I was more aware of such pop jokes than what the film was even about, so it was good to finally glimpse the original.
Attention to detail is beautifully carried through the design of exquisite lighting, sound and sets. Robin Williams and all of the cast put on a remarkable performance. There’s a uniqueness about the film that became clearer after watching the interviews with the actors. They talked about the director, how they had all - much to the dismay of a mature, acclaimed actor - had to face a test for their roles, his style, his generous collaborative approach and interest in their views as individuals. More than just a director, Peter Weir seems a very nice guy.
Looking back 12 years on, a number of the young actors remarked that, in spite of the great things that the film happened to have done for their careers, what the experience meant for their personal growth was infinitely more valuable. The film is touching, moving and inspiring. It certainly changed the lives of those involved and the strength of this carries on for audiences.
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