This one is a keeper in my movie library.Watch Good Will Hunting (1997) Movie Free Online This movie is ahead of it's time, and lands an easy 10 out of 10. If your looking for a typical Hollywood movie with a Hollywood ending, then do not bother spending two hours on this movie. Matt's best work since Dogma and Williams best along side Dead Poet's Society. The writing is witty, brilliant and hilarious at times, both Matt and Robin Williams preform wonderfully from both a comedic and theatrical prospective. There is more to life then what we are taught and what we have to show for it. Yes there is a girl, but this is not a romantic movie. Robin Williams later comes in as a therapist to Will, he is the only one who can really stand up to Will's intellect and manages to break the layer of distrust that Will has developed over years of solitude, and the two develop a bond beyond friendship. That is until a professor at one of the top colleges finds Will's talent and helps him out of trouble with the law.
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