Wow, I thought this was a super-easy one. In fact I even tightened up the frame a little because I thought it was too easy. A good number of you got it right, but there wasn’t exactly a tidal wave of correct answers.
First with it right was regular Threes player Trevor L, followed by John S. in second. After that, Jim guessed, but incorrectly (Hoosiers). However, Jim quickly realized the error of his ways and came back with the right answer. We don’t have an official redblog policy on mulligans or do-overs, but for now we’ll let Jim split third place with Millar74. However, if in the future we get people coming on and guessing half a dozen different movie titles at once… well, then the competition committee will have to meet and come with some sort of ruling. Congrats, all!
So those of you who have not guessed it yet, have a second look:
Okay, let’s back up just a little and see if that helps:
Okay, now you’ve got it, right? Follow over the jump to see the full poster.
Carpe Diem, indeed! Which of course, in Latin means “Seize the Fish!”… Horace loved to fish. (I wish I were the first to make that joke, but alas it’s an oldie…)Peter Weir’s 1989 film, starring Robin Williams and moving such young actors as Ethan Hawke, Robert Sean Leonard, and Josh Charles into the spotlight, became an inspiring beacon to a generation. But no more so than in the education colleges of our great nation.You know the scene in A Chorus Line where each of the auditioning dancers talks about where his or her love of dancing began, and one after another says something about having seen The Red Shoes as a child, until finally one woman says, “I never saw The Red Shoes, I don’t give a #$!& about The Red Shoes!”Well, my first week of English education classes in 1990 was just like that, except as we went around the room and introduced ourselves, almost everyone said they wanted to get into teaching high school English because of Dead Poets Society. You know, teach kids to live creatively, to follow their passions, to love Romantic poetry!You can imagine the surprise of us young teachers when we finally got in front of classes of our own and found out that, um, public-school students didn’t really need their creativity sparked, or to learn to be more passionate. You see, the film is about uptight, buttoned-down Eisenhower-era boys at a conservative prep school. By the time I got in front of a co-ed public-school classroom in the early ’90s, the buttons had long since come undone. My students were plenty creative, plenty passionate–they were all about expressing themselves. Loudly and often. But to be fair, they could also get into poetry and Shakespeare and Homer if you sold the goods correctly. (Also, like many people who enjoyed the film, I had a Mr. Keating in my young school life. Three of them in fact, all at the same time: my junior-high history, art, and language arts teachers, respectively Mr. John Greener, Mr. John Wilson, and Mr. Greg Iverson. Everything annoyingly knowledgeable, humorous (satiric and goofy), show-offedly smart-assed, creative, and intellectually curious about me, you can blame on those three distinguished gentlemen–Iverson didn’t teach me about Romantic poetry, but he did turn me on to the Beatles and Pink Floyd. Just in case I never win a writing award and get to thank them from the podium.)