so i'm in the middle of a dead poets society breakdown/spiral/hyperfixation/etc, and something I really love about the movie is how nothing changes, if that makes sense. it's a story about a system, and it says, "this is the system. this is who it hurts. the end." there's no happy ending. there's no fix. the characters are left broken by the corruption around them, and by the time someone stands up for what's right, it's too late, the damage has been done, the people have been hurt, and nothing can undo it.
i think that's what i find so fascinating about it. in a lot of modern movies and tv shows, when confronting conformity and the systems that perpetuate it, they tear it down somehow. they make history, if that makes sense. dead poets society isn't history. nothing astronomical happened, truly—it's just a blip in time, a sequence of short events that really weren't important to anyone or anything. it won't be in any history books. no one will remember it fifty, sixty years down the line.
but it happened. and it mattered. and now that you know, now that you've been warned, it's time for you to make history:)
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A (possibly insignificant) detail I love about Dead Poets Society is the fact that Neil plays Puck, who is eluded to be queer/gay and Shakespeare himself was known to write about homosexual relationships. Neil compares Todd exclusively to Walt Whitman, a man known for having relationships with men. They are both comparable to other queer people/characters so easily and I feel like this isn’t pointed out enough??
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“carpe diem”
but in reality i’m sitting in my room scrolling through tumblr, doing class work, or working a stupid job. no days are being seized.
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Mr Keating.
Fucking.
Knew.
He knew full well that the anxious poet and the depressed theatre kid were unbelievably gay for each other.
God I’ll never get over these two-
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I absolutly LOVE Mr Keating, but if he did that impromtu poem scene to me I would never ever forgive him, no matter how good a teacher he might be, I definitely would've start crying on the spot.
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where do you even find caves to hang out these days
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