Most critics come down in the film’s favour, though the warmth is rarely unqualified. The praise clusters on Robin Williams, whose English teacher is called superb, charming and, by more than one reviewer, unusually restrained for him at the time. The young cast is admired almost everywhere, with Leonard and Hawke singled out, and Peter Weir is credited with a strong sense of time and place and a habit of lending simple scenes an air of myth.
The reservations are about the script. Several reviews find it pat, its conflicts manufactured and its villains overdrawn, and Roger Ebert calls the whole thing a collection of pious platitudes about nonconformity. The spread is wide, from firm recommendations to outright dismissals, and it follows the calendar: the harshest notices, from The New York Times and The New Yorker, date from the 1989 release, while later revisits are kinder. Slant Magazine, in 2014, is the exception, arguing the film preaches independence while practising conformity.
