1989 | PG | 2h 8min “Dead Poets Society” won the Oscar for Best Screenplay in 1989, beating out Woody Allen’s “Crimes and Misdemeanors,” Nora Ephron’s “When Harry Met Sally,” Spike Lee’s “Do the Right Thing, and Steven Soderbergh’s “Sex, Lies & Videotape.” Remembering it as very inspiring in 1989, I originally thought this would be a “Popcorn and Inspiration” treatment, but upon rewinding and reviewing, I feel a need to re-rate it. In 2021, I see it as the poster child (or movie poster) for the insidious, creeping way that Hollywood snuck communism, Trojan-horse-wise, into America via the movies. And what’s scary is that it probably wasn’t intentional on director Peter Weir’s part. The decaying of traditional ethics that lies at the heart of communism’s disintegration of America’s moral foundation had already been revealed to be at an advanced state 20 years before, at Woodstock ’69. “Dead Poets Society” didn’t have to fly …