This afternoon in Art of Film, I introduced our first western film, John Ford's classic My Darling Clementine. I discussed the different stages of genre development, a few of the students talked about the elements of a classic western, and we discussed a few things to watch for in the viewing of the film. As I was passing out the viewing guides, I felt pretty good, actually, about our little introductory discussion.
That feeling ended abruptly with this:
Girl in second row: "I don't understand why we have to watch OLD movies."
Boy throwing pencil at her: "I don't understand why you talk. Ever."
It's so good to be back.
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I'd take solace in the boy throwing the pencil at her -- he's on your side.
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