Only one film on the docket today, at least for now. (I suspect that next year a certain star-spangled Amazon might make a prominent appearance.) For now, we’ve got Dead Poets Society, Gen-X’s answer to Goodbye Mr. Chips that used utterly conventional ways to talk about defying convention. Frankly, the film shouldn’t work, but guided by the sure direction of Peter Weir and anchored by an excellent performance form Robin Williams, it skirts around the cheese to find some measure of grace and truth. (I defy you not to tear up at least a little bit at that ending.) It opened today in 1989.