How does a boarding school poetry teacher get a bunch of pubescent, tight-ass yuppies to give a damn about Walt Whitman? If you’ve ever seen the 1989 film Dead Poets Society, you know that first you have to rip up their text books. Then, try holding your lectures anywhere but the class room. A dark cave is always ideal. Finally, get them to forget all the bullshit, PC rhetoric they’ve been taught in school. Trust us, you’ll be their captain in no time. Commanding the role of John Keating—an oddball poetry instructor at St. Andrew’s School in 1959—Robin Williams embarks on a riveting quest to turn unsuspecting students into thinking, feeling individuals with the balls to speak their minds, woo the ladies and stand on top of their desks without fear.
Thu., July 8, 7 p.m., 2010
Nate Jackson is the gatekeeper to your dreams of local dive bar stardom. If he writes about you, expect your band to be offered at least one more drink ticket than the rest of the bands on the bill. Get his attention with some groovy tunes and he might just do it. Then, boy will you feel special.