I've never cried at a movie.

And I didn't cry at this one either.
But it was as close to crying as I'll ever get.
Honestly, Dead Poets Society is now my favorite movie. At the moment.
I can't...I can't even say anything else about it. Other than it stars that guy from House (not House, the other guy...Wilson or something), that guy from The Good Wife (not The Good Wife's husband, the other guy), a ginger, and a bunch of other early pubescent boys that are supposed to be seventeen but look like they just got out of the womb.
Anyways, it was an excellent movie. Robin Williams never fails to amaze me. (I mean, seriously, have you ever seen Mrs. Doubtfire? Bravo, Robin, bravo.) I especially loved the scene when the guys were in the shower room...
Okay, just kidding, I'm not that perverted.
Key word: that.
But I really did enjoy the movie. No, more than enjoy, I LOVED it. All-caps. Really.
Ah.

NOT REALLY DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER