Mr. Holland's Opus tells the story of a high school music teacher who fails to realize all the ways he's touched his students' lives through his decades-long career, of how the job he had once reluctantly accepted as a fallback option becomes his main priority while his dream of writing a truly immortal composition becomes more and more distant.
The movie beautifully brings out the greatest irony of Mr. Holland’s life in the form of the deafness of his son and the consequent effect on his life. The disappointment, frustration gives way to angry outbursts and tension between the two. But all is resolved when Glenn Holland learns to sign John Lennon's song, “Beautiful Boy,” and dedicates it to his son, emphasizing the line about how “Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans.”
But what cuts through all of this and makes the film not just watchable but quite enjoyable is the excellent performance delivered by Richard Dreyfuss. He seems perfect - and his aging makeup is quite remarkable.
The passage of time is beautifully denoted by using archival-footage (with references to everything from the Kennedy assassination to the Vietnam War to Watergate and Nixon's resignation) and musical montages.
The film’s got a brilliant score composed by Michael Kamen. The most remarkable feature of the score is way it blends so perfectly with the film. It effortlessly integrates with the film, highlighting the different emotions and transitions Mr. Holland goes through.
Dead Poets' Society told a similar story in a similar setting with similar themes, but Mr. Holland's Opus steers ahead of it in many aspects.
A symphony of great screenplay, strong performances and good vibes, Mr. Holland’s Opus affirms my believe that a life spent in a worthy pursuit, is a life well spent.
About Me
- Kadambari
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- Shakespeare once said “Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them." I was neither born great nor there was any divine intervention that showered greatness upon me. I’m just another not-so-great person like the millions others on this planet. But I do aspire (and I strive) to be a great daughter, a great sister, a great lover and most importantly a great human being. My life until now has been invariably a series of failures and setbacks. But as they Nothing lasts forever ! I know this is just a passing phase and I will reach the zenith one day. Nadirs And The Zenith is going to be the chronicle of this journey of mine – from Nadirs to the Zenith. NATZ is an attempt to write, express and share my feelings, views and opinions. Hope you have a pleasant time reading my space. Do leave your comments and suggestions, they’re most welcome.
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My Prayer
May every soul that touches mine
be it the slightest contact
get therefrom some good
some little grace, one kindly thought;
one aspiration yet unfelt
one bit of courage
for their darkening sky
one gleam of faith
to brave the the thickening ills of life
one glimpse of brighter skies
beyond the gathering mists
to make this life worthwhile
- George Eliot
be it the slightest contact
get therefrom some good
some little grace, one kindly thought;
one aspiration yet unfelt
one bit of courage
for their darkening sky
one gleam of faith
to brave the the thickening ills of life
one glimpse of brighter skies
beyond the gathering mists
to make this life worthwhile
- George Eliot


