We moderns can talk about sex, sex, sex and violence (but not Balzac!) and we can talk openly about procreation even at age 12, as this movie illustrates, although lightly and in good fun. But we cannot talk about death, we must bring in psychologists to sanitize the experience, and we cannot express our bewilderment and anger and guilt....until they boil over and catch us breathless.
This is a movie that is deep on so many levels. One critic wrote that the reason for the teacher's suicide ought to have been disclosed. I could not disagree more vehemently. The art of the film is to extract one's surmise as we all must with suicide, which is why it lingers and angers so, and particularly where there is a "statement suicide" such as exposing students to the self-killing. The puzzle is only marginally more easy to understand with terrorism, which can be approached through a lens of politics or some odd form of righteousness.
Each actor here turns in a superb performance. See this and be changed! (I never say anything that good about movies, so I really mean it.)
This is a movie that is deep on so many levels. One critic wrote that the reason for the teacher's suicide ought to have been disclosed. I could not disagree more vehemently. The art of the film is to extract one's surmise as we all must with suicide, which is why it lingers and angers so, and particularly where there is a "statement suicide" such as exposing students to the self-killing. The puzzle is only marginally more easy to understand with terrorism, which can be approached through a lens of politics or some odd form of righteousness.
Each actor here turns in a superb performance. See this and be changed! (I never say anything that good about movies, so I really mean it.)