Was there really a need for a female version of Dead Poet's Society? I mean, just when I manage to forget about Robin Williams lecturing kids about individuality and poetry, here comes Roberts with her horsey smile and sweater sets telling chicks in poodle skirts to make with the "o captain, my captain" shiznit. Ridiculous, and a perfectly good waste of Maggie Gyllenhaal, Kirsten Dunst, and Julia Stiles, all of whom can act circles around the overrated pretty woman.
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