HOOOO-AAAH! Ok, so choosing this was probably an exercise in half-remembered nostalgia – I’m still pretty sure it’s a good film, but it’s VISIBLY from 1992. Philip Seymour Hoffman looks like a tiny child, and the whole affair definitely looks like it was designed to squeeze a bit of extra value out of a Dead Poets Society location contract. Even having seen it though and realising that it’s not entirely the film I remember, I now still think of it as a better film than it probably was. Errm, yeah. 👍
