Klein was superb as the bookish teacher intent on molding boys' characters' as well as teaching them. When he went out of his way to aid a troubled student he wound up depriving another causing some concerns for his conscience. The boy he felt he should help was the son of a bigshot politico who had no clue as to the needs of his son. Too busy being a power broker this ass arrogantly claimed he would mold his son's character. How? He's seldom around and when he is there is no communication between himself and his offspring. Like so many fathers, I wonder why they even want children knowing there is no inclination to interact with them. Brings to mind the Harry Chapin song "Cat's in the Cradle" which speaks to many, many dads. The Emma Willard School provided a nice backdrop for a very good film. 4 stars.
Review of The Emperor's Club
