Dead Poets Society

I end my 1989 movie marathon (at twenty movies) with certainly one of the best movies from that year. I was pleased to see that everything still resonates so strongly, thirty years later, and that the lessons from Keating still come off as exciting and inspiring (I was worried that they would now come off as a bit cheesy, considering how much lines from this movie have been quoted through the years). The brutal ending is of course still brutal, and I found it even more frustrating now, as you think that Neal could have struck out on his own, instead of falling victim to the strong conservative moralities of the time.