"Dead Poets Society," 1989.

i didn't really like this, but it did make me cry and peter weir crafted it very handsomely, so five stars it is! almost none of the load-bearing sap in this feels earned or makes very much sense to me, but i like schmaltz, i like sap, i wear my heart on my sleeve god-damn-it!

well, whatever. i liked it when they stood on the desks and the suicide music was very nice. glad i am not a teenager any more. glad chet was there to stop our awkward hero from continuing to carpe diem sexually assault this unconscious teenage girl.