Flowers of sulphur

Rating: 3/10 (12 June 2002)

I really hate to moan about movies and if you like this one, sorry; but that film is the purest rubbish!
Robin Williams is a terrible actor, so unbelievable terrible! The rest of the cast - awful, too! Horrible young-artists: unsympathetic faces, no expression, no (sorry) talent. They spell the stupidity and pointlessness of the whole film.
Oh, I forgot, this is probably the point: To have dreams is good; to have a lot of dreams is better; to have too much dreams will finish your sleep... and your life. If that is the point, it is a terrible one!

However, almost all of the poems in this movie are shapeless. Walt Whittman was a great poet - I love him! But Shakespeare, the Charlatan? I knew, in a film with this title MUST be the old Blah-blah about him and his brilliance. But this you'll still hear thousands of times in your life - without the film, as well.
The movies' love-passage is superfluous!
And the End (SPOILER:) - Baaaad!
What a wonderful class. How they honour their old teacher! They stand up, wow, and climb their tables. Such a great event. But when he needed their help, nobody was on his side. Nobody has the courage to go with him, when he must go.
Now, after the decision stands, the boys are plucky. Congratulations! And the most awful fact: this end wants to be touching!