The cinetrix experienced a pedogogical first today, and it wasn't pretty. After she screened a little bit of Zizek on pleasure, desire, and shit in Hitchcock and the long-form trailer for Psycho to begin our discussion of various film theories [in the context of last week's look at auteur theory], she began making something of a hash of Laura Mulvey's "Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema." A slow, creeping realization slowly dawned: None of the little fuckers had printed out the essay and brought it to class, much less read it. A quick survey revealed they hadn't read any of the other reading assigned for today, either.
So I stopped what I was doing, said I didn't see the point in wasting any more of my time on them, and told them all to leave, dismissing class 12 minutes early.
Here's where you come in. Who are your favorite evil teachers in film? List 'em in the comments, please, cuz I sure ain't feeling the "To Sir, With Love" today.