
Angela, in dire need to get medicine for her dying mother, makes some unwise decision on the streets of Naples on how to get the 20 lire- the opening bit of the 1929 silent film, Street Angel. I’m watching this movie, well at least the first bit, as part of the Coursera open course on The Language of Hollywood: Storytelling, Sound, and Color.
In the scene above, she is sentenced by judges who don’t seem to care a whole lot about her or her story, she’s just another on a treadmill, and the guard who brought her in escorts her out. It’s a nice full cycle, perfect for beng GIFfed
Given my previous track record of less than one week duration in Coursera classes, I had already let most of the week slip by before showing up for class. I cannot say I am thrilled at the courser design. The first week has 5 “mini-lectures” each about 15 minutes, in which the professor mainly tells me things I could much more efficiently read on my own. Then he reads to us from a book.
Ouch.
And then there was the first quiz. I might have busted the honor code here, but frankly this is a joke, insult, or just plain _______.
Frankly, I just skipped this question just to screw up their analytics.
But really, the five week course format is:
- Lecture video, with brainless quizzes.
- We watch a movie.
- Followup Lecture
- Final multiple choice quiz, if I can squeak a 70%, I get a certificate. Or a ribbon. Or a sticker with a rabbit on it.
If this is the best design Coursera has going, I don’t see how higher education, broken or rotten tree or whatever, even has a worry. I would be embarrassed to paint this as the triggering disturbance sending tsunamis of change out.
But I digress.