It was after seeing the movie “The Boy’s Choir”, which is also recommended below the movie, that I came across “Dead Poets Society”.
The story takes place in the late 1950s at a high school called Wilton Preparatory Academy. The school was known for its calm and dignified teaching style and its high promotion rate, and its students aspired to go to an elite school. “.
The arrival of John Keating, the literature teacher for the new school year, was like a spring breeze, a break from the rigidity of traditional elite schools. Keating took his students to the school history building to listen to the sounds of death and ponder the meaning of life; to tear apart the rigid books, learn to learn by heart, and experience life and the book of life; to let the boys run on the green field, unleash their nature, speak their ideals, and roar with poetry; and to encourage the students to stand on their desks, look at the world from a new perspective, and think anew. The teacher’s free-flowing philosophical thinking resonated strongly with the students, and they gradually learned to think and seek for themselves, courageously asking questions about the path of life, and even breaking the rules of the gate to reestablish the Dead Poets Society and singing in a cave.
Keating is a teacher who teaches, inspires, guides, and experiences his students like a spring breeze that nourishes their hearts and minds, and under Keating’s guidance, the once obedient students break through the cage and are filled with passion, searching for what they love and striving to realize their fiery ideals.
With the power of poetry, Keating inspired the suppressed nature of these 17-year-olds to unleash their unlimited potential. Charlie begins to display his talent for mischief; Knox is desperate for love; Neal goes against his father’s wishes for the first time to realize his dream of becoming an actor; and even the timid Todd, inspired by Keating, jumps on the table to recite his own poetry. When Neal, one of the protagonists, hesitates to continue acting in the theater in the face of his father’s opposition, he comes to Keating for answers. On that cold, snowy night, Neal, wearing a crown of elfin flowers, retraces the bright moment of his own exuberance and ends his young life at the altar of his dreams.
Neil’s death brought the play to its climax, deeply shocking the audience and showing them the persistent pursuit of ideals and beliefs hidden in the hearts of these children, and their determination to resist dogmatism and reality. But there is no doubt that Neil’s death poses another question to the public: is death the only thing that young children can do when faced with the forces that stand in the way of their dreams and that they are not yet able to counteract? People face death with fear, and it takes more courage to choose suicide, because if you are not so dead and desperate, you don’t want to give up on life. But at the same time, the real problem with his suicide is that he didn’t have a good balance between his dreams and reality, and just because a person has dreams doesn’t mean he needs to detach himself from reality.
I believe that each of us has an answer in our hearts. The evolution of mankind and the development of the world cannot be promoted without the great ideas of mankind, and ideas are born in the moment when they touch the depths of the soul. When each of us grows up with the same education, oppression, and bondage, only by breaking out of that bondage can we allow our minds to choose for themselves. As the beginning of the movie says, “To die is to draw all the essences of life.” But I feel that only when we face the abyss of despair, when we see our ideals crushed in front of us as we earnestly pursue and search for hope, can we be worthy of the words, “Death is the drawing of all the essences of life. Otherwise, death is just death.
On the morning after a snowy night, the members of the Dead Poets Society were walking through the snow. Todd, Neil’s roommate, watched the world go white with snow and the pale earth go silent. He smiled, a beautiful smile like an angel that had fallen to earth, and said softly, “It’s beautiful. He said softly, “It’s beautiful,” but his gray-blue eyes could not hide his grief. When Mr. Keating came to the classroom for the last time to pick up the scarf he had left behind, he watched as the teacher smiled and gazed at him with gentle eyes, and Todd finally had the courage to stand up on the desk and say the words Mr. Keating had taught them, “Oh! captain!”, and eventually some of the awakened ones stood up on the desks and said “Oh!
When Mr. Keating saw this scene, he was glad because he knew that the seeds of freedom had already taken root in the hearts of his students. Although Mr. Keating has left them, the idea of freedom will be passed on from generation to generation. No matter what anyone says, words and ideas do change the world.
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