A chronicle of three weeks in the lives of several high school teachers, administrators and students through the eyes of substitute teacher, Henry Barthes. Henry roams from school to school, imparting modes of knowledge, but never staying long enough to form any semblance of sentient attachment.
El Profesor, O Substituto, 人間師格
Underdogs and coming of age Faith and religion Moving relationship stories school, teacher, student, classroom or classmates family, emotional, emotion, touching or kids teenager, friendship, sad, adolescents or coming of age religion, church, faith, beliefs or spiritual emotional, emotion, sad, drama or illness Show All…
I have been a teacher for some fifteen years now. I teach English here in the Netherlands and have worked at a variety of schools, ranging from schools in poor neighbourhoods with lower level education to a broad school community, with predominantly white middle to upper class kids. I've taught at the latter for the better part of my career so far.
Why all this background information? Well, two reasons. Firstly in order for me to bring across how I feel about this film, I need to tell something about my job and how I see it. Secondly to make clear that this film isn't about America, or the worrisome state of the American education system. I'll get to what…
he just fucks their shit up and the ladies cry for me at the fuuuuneral, cause i ain't around no more to dicks that split up raw and shit and ma boys all gets faded pleasn' that skunk shit and fuck
you know what would make my 98 minutes of cynical misery porn and preachy bitterness work? the camera guy from the office
i too want to cook for sad adrien brody and sleep on his futon while he sleeps on the floor.
Aren't substitute teachers just supposed to put a movie on for the class and do nothing?
I would also photograph and draw pictures of Adrian Brody if he were my substitute teacher
This is one of those moments when I realize how stupid it is to rate movies with a numerical score (which I did anyways because I have a weird obsessive compulsion to rate every movie I watch now).
It’s rare to encounter a movie that does so many things well and wrong at the same time. There were scenes that almost made me cry immediately followed by scenes that made me laugh out of how unintentionally funny they came off. Sometimes the strange editing worked wonderfully and some other times it felt gimmicky and repetitive and sooo on the nose. Sometimes the score was a perfect companion to what the movie was communicating, and a few scenes later I just…
Whatever is on my mind, I say it as I feel it, I'm truthful to myself. I'm young and I'm old, I've been bought and I've been sold, so many times. I am hard-faced, I am gone. I am just like you.
When a film starts with, and is named after, a quote from Albert Camus, that should be a fair warning that what you're about to experience is something not for the faint of heart. The only way I can use the word "glad" and have it pertain to Detachment is that I'm glad I found a melodrama that actually worked tremendously well for me. It maybe goes a little too far by the end, but by then, I…
