My Girl Penny Marshall directs Danny DeVito in a Comedy titled, "The Renaissance Man". Danny portrays an out of work Advertising Executive who hires on as an English Lit Instructor for the Army, not JUST as a Teacher, but as a Teacher to The Misbegotten, those that never succeeded at School for one reason or several thousand others.
Shit of this Genre is almost always "Pygmalion" in spirit. Life is bestowed upon marble or rock, the Symbolism of Intelligence being bestowed upon the vitally Stupid. In this Film, DeVito is the Sculptor Pygmalion, his students the Rock and Marble Statues of Ignorance and Psychological Deformity.
The motif is one of Heroic Struggle, The Knowing trying to inflict Knowledge upon the Who Gives a Flying Shit Ters ---ho hum in its So What-ed Ness, but the denouement is one that brought me to tears, believe it or not.
DeVito graduates the Privates, they are received and not banished into Infantry First Class Status but DeVito remains uncertain whether or not he DID ignite ANY Fire of Understanding.
He didn't know if he had "succeeded".
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