His face, too, had a strange quality to it that no one could identify. He inexplicably knew answers that hadn’t yet been taught, to such a degree that his biology teacher fawned over a student teaching her biology. He was taller and more mature than his peers, with an “unplaceable” accent that often slipped out of place. In any case, upon arriving at Bearsden in 1993, Brandon Lee (who conspicuously shared a name with the American actor fatally shot on set months earlier) baffled his schoolmates and teachers. And both the cheeky title and poster, which features 57-year-old Scottish actor Alan Cumming seated at a school desk-his expression unreadable and thus sinister, given his surroundings-threaten to give the game away upfront, making McLeod’s insistence on staging it as a rug-pull feel, well, insistent. A cursory Internet search would clue audiences into the scandalous truth of Brandon’s career at Bearsden. A grating ploy in recent documentary cinema-also see: “The Imposter,” “ Three Identical Strangers,” “ Misha and the Wolves”-such a choice is admissible but extraneous in “My Old School,” a film so directly about identity, deception, and the social conditions that create both that it scarcely needs the set-up.
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