Sam Carlson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Discount Dead Poets. Plenty of zeal, but none of the direction (plus no Robin Williams, let alone a Robin Williams character). Tonally inconsistent, with no idea of what type of movie it wants to be. Is it a football movie? A brotherhood movie? An equality movie? An honor movie? An overcome-the-system movie? A naked shower fight scene movie? Your guess is as good as mine. But it does unapologetically shine a light on our fickle judgments, at least historically. Some credit there.