I’ve always been a sucker for the sappy, plot-easilyfollowed kind of “flick” that ends happily. Take Mr. Holland’s Opus—and others like it—where moviegoers had best take multiple hankies.
Richard Dreyfuss starred in this tear-jerker a full quarter-century ago. Opus is a great story to watch— or re-watch—while we’re marooned in our homes, sometimes with “virtually” nothing to do. The “main guy” is a beloved band director.
It underscores a theory I’ve had over a 40-year career in higher education. There’s no middle ground for band members’ views of their directors. They are loved or reviled, thanked or blamed, upheld or downtrodden. Most of them seem comfortable in extreme approaches to music, and most everything else….
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