I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

To me, this movie is perfection.

best movie i've ever seen.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

Taking a position as a high school music teacher in order to pay the bills, an aspiring composer finds the job unexpectedly challenging but also unexpectedly rewarding in this Oscar nominated drama starring Richard Dreyfuss. The film gets off to a solid start with Dreyfuss discovering his every preconception of teaching challenged; there is no "free time", "high school is not a democracy" and it is absolutely impossible to leave campus at the same time as his students do. The movie missteps though by not spending more time on this section of his journey; before long, Dreyfuss transforms into an obsessively motivated teacher who has simply come to accept the demands of the job. A deaf son is eventually thrown into the mix to give Dreyfuss a chance to realise how his obsession with his job is negatively impacting on home life, but there is nothing especially novel or exciting about this plot development. A maudlin music score does not help matters either. In fact, were it not for its towering lead performance, 'Mr. Holland's Opus' would be difficult to endure. Fortunately, Dreyfuss is in fine form, credibly ageing over 30 years during the course of the movie. The film also does a good job capturing his reactions to various historical events over the three decades portrayed on screen (his grief over John Lennon's death is highly memorable). Whether this alone is enough to render the film worth viewing may vary per viewer. Clocking in at nearly two and half hours long, the film is not an easy, breezy watch, but fans of its lead actor might well find it worthwhile.

Could it have made the transition to TV like 'Friday Night Lights'? I'm hoping in a number of years, the answer to that question would no longer be a mystery!I'm currently in the process of re-watching it, and like most of the films in the same decade (the 90's) – it has that recognisable sweeping score. I think what makes it watchable decades later (like 'Good Will Hunting), is the cast and the writing. Though there are a lot of supporting characters that play teens --- there isn't a constant hum of that annoying teen angst that compels me to stay close to the remote and hit stop…and delete on the DVR.Being a musician, it does get a bit personal sometimes --- and I considered not watching this with anyone else. Though I am comfortable pitching my music to perspective listeners --- sharing my connection with music…feels like letting someone have a peek in a diary that only contained those times when I come across a track that connects with me. Or even, despite the things I'd change…the feeling I get of humility (I'm so blessed to have been in the right place, time and frame of mind --- to be able to create this) and satisfaction (because it could have gone a thousand different ways…and I was able to pick this way…and I'm happy with how it turned out!).Some magic moments for me:(1) Recognising Terrence Howard (He's the guy who joined the band to get extra credit --- so he could make a stronger case to return to the football team), during his first scene with Glenn. Based on the year the film came out, he would have been in his mid 20's during filming. (2) For a moment thinking that Forest Whitaker was there, then before fully dismissing it --- he was (He played the Adult version of the actor who I thought was him). (3) The End --- I was fighting back tears (knowing already what would happen)!

Oh for goodness sake. Would all musicians complaining about the music kindly stuff off. I play a bit of rugby but still thoroughly enjoyed "Invictus" despite some ropey rugby sequences. This film is not about the music. This is the wonderful story of an ordinary man who strived to be something extraordinary and always felt as though he had let himself and his family down by not becoming the man he felt he should have been, when in fact he became so much more extraordinary than he could ever have imagined. Mr Holland's opus WASN'T the music, his opus was his pupils and the impression he made on their lives, and the final scene, with his realisation that his life hadn't been wasted is one of the most moving things I have ever seen on screen. So there. I am a big girls blouse.

A well-intentioned redemption movie that follows all its formulas sweetly, then tries one last tear-jerk that just makes us feel dirty, paying off with a nice piece of elevator muzak that is so memorable, it will have you humming something else within five minutes of hearing it.Richard Dreyfus is Mr. Holland, a composer who begrudgingly takes a job as a high school music teacher to make ends meet. His methods are rigid at first, as he forgets that music is meant to be fun. Then he remembers. Then his students forget. And so on.There's the faithful, supportive wife (Glenne Headly), the brash football coach buddy (Bill Meister), the anal principal who butts heads with Holland over his "revolutionary" teaching methods, like teaching rock and roll and other devil's music (William H. Macy), the wet-mouthed schoolgirl with the crush (Jean Louisa Kelly, who sexes Holland with a sensual rendition of "Someone to Watch Over Me"), the black underprivileged kid with no rhythm-- hang on now!-- The wha-? Terrence Howard pretends really badly that whitey Dreyfus teaches him soul... and finally, for this man whose life revolves around hearing - his wife births a deaf son. Writer Patrick Sheane Duncan shows us the Poignant Plot Device Handbook is a harsh mistress.Throughout his career of coaxing musicality from his students and sending out into the world, Holland slaves over a masterpiece that we only hear in snatches as he toodles on his piano and scribbles notes.Then the big payoff. Holland, old, exhausted, forced into retirement, is given a final surprise by his students, as they assemble in the auditorium as an orchestra to perform his magnum opus for the first time. And after 30 years of working on this piece of music which he brazenly calls "American Symphony"; after all that sweat and sacrifice and slaving, his magnum opus sounds like - elevator muzak! In 12/8 time, a tuneless, embarrassing, meandering piece of unmemorable laundry detergent commercial. And look at the faces on the crowd: inspired, majestic, flavor bursting in your mouth not in your hand.MR. HOLLAND'S OPUS is a cry for art, a plea for creativity, a pledge against mediocrity - and The "American Symphony" is the turd in the swimming pool of musical appreciation.It is blathered quite overtly that Mr. Holland's true opus is the collective education of his students over the years. THEY are his masterpiece... Thank Christ! For a moment, we thought we'd have to continue to hold our "inspired" faces for your laundry detergent commercial...