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死亡诗社的观后感
Dead Poets Society Review

我们的独立精神
——《死亡诗社》观后感
我总觉得，银幕上所体现的相对于我们的现实生活是独立的。从物质的角度来讲，电影其实只是一束光：大幕拉起——灯光熄灭——除了你的灵魂，就只剩下了那束光……在其中，你能发现什么，你便会拥有什么。
在路上，几近成名，任逍遥，可头发乱了。哎呀呀哺乳的年代已经过去，我们长大成人，过着狗脸的岁月，怀念那些云上的日子。电影依然是我的梦，在这声色犬马的年代，我渴望着独立的行走，独立的飞翔。“神六”的成功，实现了一代中国人的梦，可我自己的梦还在继续，还在挣扎。
最近校园里的事颇让我震撼，我眼睁睁地看着一朵花从天空飘落，满是血色的浪漫，心里空荡荡，空荡荡的。
——题记
“死亡，是汲取生命中所有的精华。”
在《死亡诗社》中，罗宾·威廉姆斯把这句梭罗的诗宣讲给他新一届的学生。
名字容易让人误解，其实这不是一部充满死亡气息的电影。在这里，没有普拉斯那样的女人故事，也没有阴冷刺骨的文字。相反，这应该归类于校园青春剧。在这个严谨的威尔顿教会学校（男校）有着这样的四个口号，传统，荣誉，纪律，优秀。校园里，有这样一群俊美如阿波罗的男孩。他们的眼中闪着好奇的光芒，对爱和异性的憧憬，挣扎着奋起的力量，向往一次不计代价的独立的飞翔。
这是七个男孩的故事，他们是：托德，尼尔，查理，诺克斯，米克斯，皮茨和卡梅隆。托德是个不敢表达自己的男生，他的哥哥非常优秀，所以他总是显得有那么些自惭形秽。尼尔是一群人中的首领，为人直爽性格热情。查理是一个肆无忌惮的人，没有他不敢说的话也没有他不敢做的事。诺克斯爱上了一个女孩，在三番两次的胆怯中终于鼓起勇气捧着花束去了女孩子的学校。基丁的出现，似乎改变了他们的未来，但他们眼中闪耀的光芒，又表明了他们内心的期盼。
第一堂课，基丁叫大家撕去了教科书上对诗歌评判与赏析规定那一页，并努力告诉他们青春的激情和诗句的甜蜜，让大家都叫他“船长”，大家都笑了。早慧的尼尔干脆的撕去那一页，懦弱的托德怯怯的撕去那一页，认真的卡梅隆工整的撕去那一页。学生不同的表现并没有让基丁感到奇怪
第二堂课，基丁站在讲台桌让大家上讲台来换一个眼光看这个世界，让他们朗诵自己的诗歌，让他们用诗句唱出心底的感受。尼尔很骄傲的展示自己的杰作，卡梅隆写得规规矩规矩，胆小的托德在基丁的逼迫下也喊出了他心中的惠特曼，博得了全班同学的掌声。
第三堂课，基丁耐心的告戒大家，理想是不能对抗现实的，他们必须在现实的天空下放飞自己的理想，他鼓励每一位学生的个性和理想，又着实为他们的现实担忧。尼尔爱好戏剧，可他父亲并不希望儿子和戏剧沾上边，基丁不止一次的鼓励尼尔把自己的想法说给父亲听，尼尔办不到。尼尔瞒着父亲参加了学校戏剧团的演出，父亲意外出现，冰冷的拽走了尼尔，还严肃的说要把尼尔转送军校。尼尔一声大叫，然后独自说：“我演得真好。”
最后一堂课，一个戏剧爱好者，一个诗人，一个学生，一个活生生的灵魂死了。无奈的尼尔最终拿起了父亲书桌里的手枪，指向了自己……托德的难以置信，在白雪皑皑的雪地中，托德不断奔跑却又不断摔倒，还有他那撕心裂肺的哀嚎，他无法理解这一切，他无法原谅这一切。当七个男孩中唯一一个依然严谨依然只懂得明哲保身的卡梅伦报告了学校关于基汀老师鼓励他们组织死亡诗社之后，基汀只能选择离开。忍无可忍的查理在揍了卡梅隆一拳后也被学校开除。可在他身后一个接一个的灵魂站了起来。即使是校长也不能把这些孩子从课桌上拉下来，他们独立、骄傲、自信。他们反复吟唱着惠特曼的诗句：“啊，船长，我的船长。”面对这个世界，他们做了第一次发自内心的选择，一个愿意承担后果的选择。基丁最后的笑容是对他们最好的鼓励了，他们已经长大，已经独立了，他们已经学会怎样在这个世界和自己的梦想一起生存了。
影片依然有美国电影的一贯风格——艳丽的色彩，逗人的桥段，戏剧的冲突，煽情的故事。然而，导演并没有因此而让影片止步于此。
浪漫的诗人走向了死亡，无法接受现实，只有把自己捏碎。
勇敢的斗士离开了，他会用他的一生去战斗去向现实挑战。
理性的哲人留下了，他从生命和死亡的对话中透彻地理解了人生的智慧，他会独立地承担自身的命运。
无畏的船长被放逐了，他注定是一个流浪的游吟诗人，也注定是他船员们一辈子的老船长。
影片名为《死亡诗社》，也许正是借用了“向死而生”的含义。只有让不属于自己的那部分思想、那部分灵魂死去，才能真正把握住属于心灵的那部分生命。开始真实的生，清醒的生，有意义的生！
电影在一群站在课桌上的孩子深情的注视下划了句号。可生活还在继续，看电影的人还在继续。我是否有一天也能那样独立的站着？
电影是门遗憾的艺术，她界于创作与未完成之间。她象一盏灯，照亮你心灵的一条小路，启发你，引导你，让你独立的思考，在人生的旅途中去完成，去实现。看电影也是一件很独立的事，在那流光幻影之中，你快乐，你悲伤，你愤怒，你感悟。在电影里，所有所有的一切都是你自己的，都是独立的。
我们的独立精神应该植根于生命的野性，梦想和勇气，生命是对于这个世界的狂野的爱。或许生命有时会是痛苦的，但不要忘了灵魂深处面向生的勇气和对生的渴望。
让我们以这样的诗句自勉：
我步入丛林
I
went
to
the
woods
因为我希望生活有意义
because
I
wanted
to
live
deliberately.
我希望活的深刻
I
wanted
to
live
deep
吸取生命中所有的精华
and
suck
out
all
the
marrow
of
life！
把非生命的一切都击溃
To
put
to
rout
all
that
was
not
life.
以免当我生命终结
And
not,
when
I
came
to
die,
发现自己从没有活过
discover
that
I
had
not
lived.

评论1：
There's so much good about this movie. The first time I saw it I watched it solely for plot and I loved it. Now I've seen it again and watched Peter Weir's filming and timing which is also great. Robin Williams is a terrific actor when he's serious. He proved it in Good Will Hunting but he proved it first here. If you liked that movie and your liking it had something to do with Williams than you will like this one. The plot is about a number of students who are taught by Williams about life. They are taught how to enjoy themselves. This ends up causing great controversy among the heads of the school. The students are terrific and even the dialogue is great. This is a movie that I can't imagine anyone not liking. It is good in every way.
评论2：
There are certain films that get under your skin, never to come out. They change your life, subtly altering your perceptions of reality, almost always for the better.
Dead Poets Society is one of those few films.
I saw the movie back when I was in High School. I had a teacher who told us that we really needed to watch it; in fact, it was our "homework" for the day. We didn't need to bring back a report, or talk about it in class. All he asked from us was to watch it, make up our own mind about it, and that was it. As you can imagine, many friends of mine didn't watch it at all; I did. And yes, I feel I changed a bit from there on.
Back when you are young, you never really stop to think what in the world you are doing with your life. You simply live for the day, hope your grades will be enough to pass, and that's it. Long term thinking involves maybe flirting with a girl. Nothing more. What this film showed me was that we have the responsability and the joy of being alive in this planet. That we are dust, and we will go back to it, so we have precious little time to make a difference. That we have a moral obligation to "seize the day, and make our lives extraordinary" (my favorite quote in all movie history). That the world, basically is ours. That the only limitations are within ourselves, and that we owe it to us to fight, to rebel against conformity, to change what we hate and keep what we love. That living in this world is a beautiful responsability, and that only cowards dare not to change it for the better.
The fact that the cast was basically my age, and was passing through the same dilemmas and situations I was facing made it all so much more powerful.
So here I sit, 12 years from that day. I still don't think I have seized the day completely. But I keep on trying; I always will. I wonder how many people were transformed by this gem of a movie; I hope many.
10 out of 10. A definitive masterpiece.

在imdb上找了一篇加拿大人写的，翻了好几页，找了一篇，希望有用。
Better than most school films, 12 March 2006
Author: Vampenguin from Canada
As with many High School English classes, we had to watch this over the past few days. Unlike most "school" movies, however, I quite enjoyed it. Robin Williams was great as usual, a pleasant change from his typical over-the-top comedy roles. He is one of my favourite actors, as he can play so many types of roles so perfectly. The supporting cast was great as well, each having their own moments to shine. The film had a very good message, to always stand up for what you believe in, and to seize the day, Carpe Diem! Part of the ending bothered me, to avoid spoilers I wont go into why, though the final scene certainly made up for it. Overall, I was pretty surprised with this movie. Who knew they'd actually make us watch something good in school!
7/10

        O Captain My Captain - Walt Whitman                        O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,        The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,        The port is near, the bells I hear,the people all exulting,        While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;        But O heart! heart! heart!        O the bleeding drops of red,        Where on the deck the Captain lies,        Fallen cold and dead.                O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;        Rise up --- for you the flag is flung --- for you the bugle trills,        For you the bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths --- for you the shores a-crowding,        For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning,        Here Captain! dear father!        The arm beneath your head!        It is some dream that on the deck,        You've fallen cold and dead.                My Captain does not answer, hislips are pale and still,        My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,        The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,        From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;        Exult O shores, and ring O bells!        But I with mournful tread,        Walk the deck my Captain lies,        Fallen cold and dead.                                                O Me! O Life! - Walt Whitman                O Me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,        Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the        foolish,        Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,        and who more faithless?)        Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the        struggle ever renew'd,        Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see        around me,        Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me        intertwined,        The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these, O me,        O life?                Answer.        That you are here-that life existsand identity,        That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.                                                To the Virgins, Make Much of Time - Robert Herrick                Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,        Old time is still a-flying,        And this same flower that smiles today,        To-morrow will be dying.                The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,        The higher he's a-getting,        The sooner will his race be run,        And nearer he's to setting.                That age is best which is the first,        When youth and blood are warmer;        But being spent, the worse and worst        Times still succeed the former.                Then be not coy, but use your time,        and while ye may, go marry;        For having lost just once your prime,        You may for ever tarry.                                                She Walks In Beauty - Lord Byron                She walks in beauty, like the night        Of cloudless climes and starry skies;        And all that's best of dark and bright        Meet in her aspect and her eyes:        Thus mellow'd to that tender light        Which heaven to gaudy day denies.                One shade the more, one ray the less,        Had half impair'd the nameless grace        Which waves in every raven tress,        Or softly lightens o'er her face;        Where thoughts serenely sweet express        How pure, how dear, their dwelling-place.                And on that cheek, and o'er thatbrow,        So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,        The smiles that win, the tints that glow,        But tell of days in goodness spent,        A mind at peace with all below,        A heart whose love is innocent!                                                The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost                Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,        And sorry I could not travel both        And be one traveller, long I stood        And looked down one as far as Icould        To where it bent in the undergrowth;                Then took the other, as just as fair;        And having perhaps the better claim,        Because it was grassy and wanted wear;        Though as for that the passing there        Had worn them really about the same,                And both that morning equally lay        In leaves no step had trodden black.        Oh, I kept the first for another day!        Yet knowing how way leads on to way,        I doubted if I should ever come back.                I shall be telling this with a sigh        Somewhere ages and ages hence:        Two roads diverged in a wood, And I-        I took the one less travelled by,        And that has made all the differenc