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September 14, 2011 - Meg Alexander
I watched “The Graduate” my senior year of high school. Okay, to be really honest, I watched part of “The Graduate” my senior year of high school. I was taking a mass media class with Mrs. Becky Detert, and though I cannot recall why we were watching only the first 15 minutes or so of the film, I do remember a few things: It was boring; Dustin Hoffman was kinda weird and kinda old; Mrs. Robinson was a gross old lady; and ... did I mention it was boring?
I have learned a thing or two since then, probably the most important being that I am ever evolving (thankfully) and not to judge a book/movie/recipe/album/etc. that was previously dismissed by my addled teen-aged self.
Sitting home this week with a monstrous headache and other ailments I won’t go into details about, I decided to give “The Graduate” another try, realizing that if nothing else, I am missing out on a slew of cultural references by failing to watch this movie in full.
What a delight! Obviously, I am not stumbling across some obscure find — and many of you are probably shaking your head that I am so slow in catching on and catching up — but gosh isn’t there something so wonderful about discovering the reason a classic is a classic? I laughed so hard and could truly empathize with so many of the characters, it was just ... delightful! (And who knew? Dustin Hoffman was handsome, and Anne Bancroft was a fox!)
Of course, my 14-year-old stepson, desperate to watch something, anything else, would most certainly disagree. (I did end up pausing the movie to watch an entertaining, albeit forgettable episode of “My Name is Earl” before the teenager went to bed for the night.)
But I’m not giving up hope on my kid yet. Sometimes these things just take a while to grow on you.
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