Ghost, no innuendo? It rang true for me many times. You're telling me Laflamme isn't Tim Connolly? The coach of the Highlanders isn't Torts? The knowing look between coaches wasn't Ruff and Murray? The goalie naming his posts Siegried and ROY wasn't Marty? Laflamme stepping on the logo wasn't Jerry Sullivan? The kooky announcer wasn't part Jeanneret?
No innuendo? This movie perfectly captured the latent gayness of hockey, and smartly put a gay brother into the cast. They even nailed the slightly retarded linesman look. The look of delight on the face of the little girl in the crowd during the fight turning to nausea was a brilliant moment where the filmmaker turned the lens around and made us think about our role as fans in enabling this stuff.
This movie was gut-busting funny, true to the game in so many ways (while being an over the top parody of course) and a brilliant homage to Slapshot -- and it had a huge heart. That's pretty rare in sports movies.
Edited by PASabreFan, 18 November 2012 - 10:31 AM.