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Dead Poets Society
Tears. Tears fell from my eyes like a waterfall. Every minute. So young, with great hopes and big dreams, boys suddenly find a mentor among a smug society, where everyone dictates to them how to live. They gain someone who teaches not to learn by heart thoughts belonging other people, but who teaches to make your own reasoning and not be afraid to scream loudly about feelings.And the guys, inspired by their teacher`s wisdom and originality, begin the struggle not only external, but much more important- inner. They are fighting with their demons. They are fighting against other people's expectations. They are looking for their love. They understand the value of friendship. They are seventeen and they must follow the principle of “Carpe diem” (take a moment). But what will happen if there is no strength left to fight?
This film is about a teacher that we all dreamed about. About a mentor, who will remain in memory for life. This film is about students we all were.
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion”.
(Dead Poets Society,1989 )