Outgrowing Dead Poets Society

I suspect that I’ve outgrown Dead Poets Society. I watched it Monday night. The occasion was, sadly, Robin Williams’ death at the too-young age of sixty-three. My selection of Williams’ films at hand is small (The Fisher King may be the only other one I own on DVD), and I’m fonder of Dead Poets, soContinue reading “Outgrowing Dead Poets Society”