When I started University, I was promised that 97% of graduates entered straight into full-time employment, and that tuition fees wouldn’t go up (politics, amiright?!). If I had seen The Graduate during that turbulent time, with its enticing promise of inter-generational adultery, the sheer number of lies might have been too much for me.
Dustin Hoffman is good, but he can’t compare with Anne Bancroft and Katharine Ross. The directing is really fantastic too – whether you want to analyse it or just sit and enjoy the way The Graduate is put together. I just wish I’d seen it sooner. Thanks to pop culture, the ending was ruined years ago. “Top 50 Lines” lists taught me the dialogue before the film even started. I’ve been well aware for years that Mrs. Robinson is indeed trying to seduce him.
The Graduate is hailed as an accurate telling of the pressures of youth. It’s a nice fantasy – take a break from work/school, and just spend a few months fucking – but I think it’s more of an attack on the flourishing fanciness of America’s upper class. Mrs. Robinson, the seductive succubus, believes she can do anything she wishes with Ben, with no repercussions. She’s barking orders at him, making demands, belittling him to a degree… But it backfires when he begins falling for her daughter and realises, as a 21-year-old adult, he can do whatever he wants. That’s the real fantasy in The Graduate.