I stumbled across “Good Will Hunting” on TV not long ago, watched it for nostalgia’s sake, and emerged with a couple of questions. One: Who ever believed Robin Williams could come from Southie? And two: How joyless does college look in this movie? The egotistical professors. The smarty-pants students who spout Marxist theories in bars but can’t come up with a decent comeback to “How do you like them apples?”
And poor Minnie Driver, struggling with her chemistry homework, wishing she could be like her genius boyfriend, who never went to college but knows all the answers anyway. The Harvard Square bar scene looked like fun; the life of the mind, not so much.