During our socially isolated Easter, I decided to introduce my boys to a favourite film of my adolescence, Peter Weir’s Dead Poets Society (1989). As a piece of cinema, it has aged well. Tight storytelling, disciplined editing, beautiful cinematography, and excellent performances. It makes poetry exciting, and teaching romantic, and that’s all for the good. However, as an actual philosophy of education, it’s a train-wreck. Keating is a terrible teacher, by almost any measurement. As a piece of cinema, it has aged well … as an actual philosophy of education, it’s a train-wreck. Keating is a terrible teacher, by almost … Continue reading How to Ruin a Favourite Film: Dead Poets Society Reconsidered