Alexander Payne made a name for himself with Election, his wry study of a high school teacher’s demolition by an aggressive, ambitious girl. The movie had me shuddering to recall four long-ago years spent as a young high school English teacher, and my dread of one day becoming Matthew Broderick’s doughy and downtrodden forty-year-old, stuck forever in the same routines and ideas, the same clothes. Election possessed an unusually...
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