I’ve always been a sucker for the sappy, plot-easily-followed kind of “flick” that ends happily. Take Mr. Holland’s Opus – and others like it – where movie-goers had best take multiple hankies. Richard Dreyfuss starred in this tear-jerker a full quar tear-jerker a full quarter-century ago. Opus is a great story to watch – or re-watch – while we’re marooned in our homes, sometimes with “virtually” nothing to do. The “main guy” is a beloved band director. It underscores a theory I’ve had over a 40-year career in higher education. There’s no middle ground for band members’ views of their directors. They ...