Whispers of the Dead

Note: This review contains spoilers.
The liminal space between fall and winter — where snow garnishes the morning grass and a chilling wind causes the golden leaves to release their despairing grip on the trees — is the perfect backdrop for watching the existential classic “Dead Poets Society.” 
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This space is marked by death, decay and isolation. Dying flora and wintry days drive people indoors and away from communal spaces. But the beauty of the pastel sunsets and burn...