43/100
Had planned to see this anyway, even though I generally dislike biopics and Luhrmann's hyperactivity isn't my thing, so was overjoyed when Dad unexpectedly chose it as his birthday movie. (I'd already resigned myself to sitting through Minions: The Rise of Gru, as he loves those little yellow fuckers. Was saved because this year he also invited some other folks and didn't want to subject them to kiddie stuff. Whereas I think he kinda delights in forcing his son…
70/100
Always assumed this to be a conventional underdog sports movie, hockey's equivalent of something like The Natural or Any Given Sunday. Also somehow got the impression—maybe just via temporal proximity; they came out two years apart—that its depiction of gratuitous violence on the rink approaches Rollerball levels. As it turns out: element of truth to the latter, practically none to the former.
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