The preeminent "Children's Intro to Being Punk As Fuck." I remember in my later teen years I was a little fixated on being indie cool, and so was a bit put off by the "rock canon" on display, but in my wiser years I have an appreciation for a movie that throws Zep, Ministry, Fugazi, Buzzcocks, and Stevie Nicks into the heap. Minus a star for the sexist, offensive wastage of Sarah Silverman as a shrieking harpy.
Naysayers jog on, Dewey redefines pedagogy, showcasing how maverick methods of education do have their place. Sub-cultural references to bands like Fugazi, Silverman's antagonist role confronting Black's, mind-maps on music sub-genres, ideological nuance showcasing positive subversion, all shine through. Linklater clearly makes a good father.