"Dead Poets Society", this film is very interesting, some people are tangled, some people are excited, it is a good film that can disturb people.
Although I used "telescopes, magnifying glasses, and perspective mirrors" to explore the film, the branches and petals related to poetry that were pulled together in the film still did not form a romantic bouquet in my heart, but this did not affect me. My love for "Dead Poets Society" does not detract from the score of this film in my heart.
Whitman's name is more romantic, memorable, and more intimate to me than his poetry. I vaguely remember that Russell once compared Whitman and Carlyle as an extreme example of instincts and preferences. Carlyle was a fan of people like the murderer Frederick the Great, who despised the weak and the oppressed, and often used extreme ways to mock "30,000 people." An unfortunate seamstress."; Whitman, on the contrary, loved and respected most people, a surreal optimist, and of course a passionate democracy fighter. To be as objective as possible, Russell's balance was in Whitman's. Russell advocates "increasing instinctual love and reducing instinctual dislike" in his writings. From this point of view, in the process of discussing passion, romance and freedom, Dead Poets Society also brings problems into the generation gap, estrangement, Instinct resistance and disgust.
Many people have repaired the fences for the Dead Poets Society with beautiful words, there is romance, there is freedom, and there is anger. As for my personal perception, it may be related to my own lack of romance. I just want to avoid the important and take it lightly. I just use a little scrap as a handkerchief to wipe away the bitter tears that I shed after watching the movie.
Humans are complex. We read "The World of Animals", read "The Law of Survival", and analyze the emotional mystery of human beings. When you are full of hope, you face setbacks, and when you think that suffering is a blessing, you suffer one after another. When I watched Dead Poets Society, I felt bullied. It wasn't really from the various characters in the film. Maybe I lost my way at that time. I only felt that life is a big liar and society is an arena for deception.
Keating's use of the "Captain" moniker is ironic, as if making fun of real life. The captain is not the god of creation. The captain is only the helmsman of the pilot. A Titanic as great as Whitman will sink in the depths of the sea, not to mention a small lonely sail. If you want the freedom and safety of your mind, you can only wait for the big environment of the sea to be reborn, and during this period, the sea will definitely swallow countless captains and sailors.
I never thought that Keating was an "invulnerable" spiritual leader, so I felt relieved to see him struggling in the world with a fragile body and a gentle soul. I held hope in the cracks and brought this hope to the children. He is a good teacher.
The way Neil ended his life was predictable, and while it was a wonderful climax, it was the end of a song of freedom. He is still a child, and his spiritual realm is far from the forbearance and flexibility of Teacher Keating, which is a pity in the world, but his departure also implies the spirit of freedom that would rather die than yield. For a young man who was willing to trade his life for freedom, Whitman's spirit of freedom and poetry were so vulnerable, it was a tragedy after all. Come to think of it, Keating and Neil were both victims, they just defined the word in different ways, one lived cautiously, the other was cornered and died.
In fact, I do not want to hide superficial experience. In this film, if another name for poetry is passion, I think I might feel it. In the process of watching the film, I was always indexed by the passionate youth, and the lake surface that was disturbed by stones was never calm for a moment. In this film, if poetry also has a name called death, maybe I feel the same. The figure of Todd running wild in the snow is the most poetic yin and yang worlds that I have seen with the living people chasing the dead people, with their bodies and shouts.
Putting together a poem with a few straightforward words, I feel a little "shy" in the pear flower body. I don't know if there is any passion, but it is definitely popular.
One arm can't break a thigh, but a
lot of arms
can break
a big thigh
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