But they are all also just kids, and right now they are tired. The 18 or so 12- to 14-year-olds, who hail from nine different countries (Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, Kazakhstan, Sardinia, etc.), many with only rudimentary German, have broad religious, ethnic and national differences. It’s early on a wintry morning, and students are gathering from across the area in Bachmann’s contrastingly cheerful classroom. Cars drive through cold streets, the sky still an unfriendly pre-dawn slate. The airbrakes on municipal buses gasp and sigh. Even Einstein agreed with the adage that “Education is that which remains, when you forget everything you learned in school.” One can only imagine what that underachieving schlub might have amounted to had his school employed a teacher like Dieter Bachmann. It makes you see the valor of all the individuals working within an education system whose institutions and practices are more usually met with cynicism and suspicion. Bachmann and His Class” also performs a third function. (Thanks for everything, Dr Sharkey.) Maria Speth’s affectionate and inspiring portrait of an affectionate and inspiring man leaves little doubt that for a vast proportion of the students who’ve passed through the halls of Georg Büchner Comprehensive in the German factory town of Stadtallendorf during the past 17 years, that name will be “Herr Bachmann.”īut as much as the laid-back, woolly-hatted Dieter Bachmann - who looks more like a rock-band roadie than a schoolteacher - is the primary subject of this lengthy but absorbing and illuminating documentary, and collectively, the pupils of class 6b emerge as his rambunctious backing band, “ Mr. However long ago your school days, you can still name your favorite teacher.
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