Hazel and I watched Dead Poets Society tonight. Tears were shed.
Hazel cried too.
Apparently in one of her videos for the album Tortured Poets Department, Taylor Swift had two of the stars from Dead Poets Society appear, as a deliberate shout out to the movie. This made Hazel curious about the movie, so I told her I’d watch it with her. She knew it was sad but nothing more. I had a hard time not telling her when she kept trying to prepare for something sad. I wanted to tell her to protect her from the sadness but also wanted her to experience the movie.
I hadn’t watched it in decades, probably 30 years or more.
It stands up to the test of time.


