My TIFF take on… hockey-fighter films

Although it’s taken a bit of a backseat in the past few days to concussions and faulty Soviet aircraft, fighting in hockey remains a hot-button issue.  And while I’m sure the TIFF organizers had their lineup of films put together months in advance, the fact that there were two movies about the fine art of hockey pugilism screening today at the festival couldn’t have been much more timely.

The Last Gladiators was a truly great documentary, following the career and post-hockey struggles of ex-Habs enforcer Chris “Knuckles” Nilan, while taking a broader look at that side of the game by interviewing tough guys like Terry O’Reilly, Tony Twist and the late Bob Probert.  (They also shot footage of Probert’s funeral.)  We even got both sides of the McSorely/Brashear incident from the men themselves.  Incidentally, when they shot Brashear, he was playing semi-pro hockey in Quebec, and the film crew got access to one of his games, as well as a day in the life of another not-so-famous minor-league fighter.

Nilan himself was in attendance, even for the 9:15 am second screening of the film.  Walking on crutches, you could tell he’s had a rough time, but he was just as dynamic in person as when you saw him on film.  He even showed a bit of distaste for Gary Bettman, who he feels is trying to take fighting out of hockey, warning that if you take it out of the game–and piss off all those Canadians and the American rednecks who watch hockey–it’ll be hard to put it back in.

My second screening of the day was a big premiere event, though hardly a black-tie affair.  The movie Goon, directed by Michael Dowse of FUBAR fame (fuckin’ giver eh!) is based on the autobiography of real-life minor-league scrapper Doug “The Thug” Smith and stars Seann William Scott of American Pie fame in the leading role.  Though I haven’t read the book, it’s safe to say that Dowse and the crew did their homework after having seen a documentary about the real deal.  At one point, the antagonist Ross Rhea (a tribute to Rob Ray, perhaps?) is suspended for a McSorely-like stick-swinging incident, and there is definitely a Gretzky/McSorely relationship between Scott and Marc-André Grondin, who stars as a cocky, Ovechkin-inspired Québecois star player who’s lost his touch after suffering a big hit to the head.  (Sidney Crosby, anyone?)

Although the on-ice action is pretty true-to-life, the locker-room and bus-ride scenes pay homage to Slap Shot while clearly showing that this movie was directed by the same guy who did FUBAR.  Some of the supporting cast, like the pill-popping goalie from Saskatchewan and the two wisecracking Russians are pure comic gold!

For the record, I gave The Last Gladiators a perfect five points on my People’s Choice ballot, while Goon got a four.  Great movie, but sometimes there ain’t nothing like the real thing, and The Last Gladiators is worthy of the People’s Choice Award in my humble opinion.

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My TIFF 2011 film list

As it turns out, after I made a big stink about TIFF’s new online ticket-buying system, I followed their advice on Twitter and closed off my browser window.  When I opened a new one, I saw that my wait time had been reduced from 13 hours and 45 minutes to just 45 minutes, then 30, and then, within the time it takes to go for a piss, I was through to the Welcome Screen.  (I actually heard the distinctive sound from my computer while heeding nature’s call.)

Of my top-five, must-see films, there was only one that I couldn’t get tickets to, a Canadian flick about bank-robber Edwin Boyd.  The Saturday screening was sold out, and I decided it wasn’t worth missing work over, as the only other screening was at 3 pm on a Monday.  Kinda says something about the Canadian film industry when a homegrown film only gets two screenings at TIFF–most of the foreign films have at least three, but I digress.  Here is what I actually did buy tickets to see:

Play (Sweden, directed by Ruben Östlund)

A film about ethnic bullying in multicultural Sweden seems pretty à propos, considering what just happened to their Norwegian neighbours.  (C’mon, do I really need to post a link?)  Described as “the most audacious and disturbing film to come out of Sweden since A Hole in My Heart.”

Sons of Norway (Norway {ya think!?}, directed by Jens Lien)

Speaking of the devil…  No, this movie has nothing to do with Anders Breivik, but it also centres around teenagers.  Set in 1978, a depressed Norwegian boy’s life changes when he discovers Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols–and so does his dad’s, who also jumps on the Pistols’ bandwagon.  The movie also features a cameo by its executive producer, one John Lydon.  Yeah, I pretty much had to see it.

The Last Gladiators (documentary, directed by Alex Gibney)

When programming the festival, there’s no way that Cameron Bailey and co coulda known that three hockey enforcers would drop dead in the off-season, prompting a new round of calls (and online polls) for the league to examine the role of fighting in the sport.  This is the first of two movies about hockey tough guys that screens on Saturday; a documentary following ex-Habs enforcer Chris Nilan after his playing career, with appearances from both Marty McSorely and Donald Brashear (presumably not at the same time) among others.

Goon (Canada, Michael Dowse)

This is the second of such films, a black comedy directed by Michael Dowse of FUBAR fame, starring Seann William Scott (on platform skates!?) as the reluctant enforcer.  Here’s hoping for a cameo from Deaner!

Juan of the Dead (Spain/Cuba, directed by Alejandro Brugués)

No Toronto film festival would be complete without a good zombie movie.  This one takes place in Cuba, where the outbreak occurs on the anniversary of Castro’s revolution.  Aye caramba!

UPDATE 09/05: When I was looking at film descriptions last nite, I swear I saw a banner for Hard Core Logo, one of my favourite Canadian movies of  all time.  I figured I was probably still high offa donut burger fumes, so I went back to the site today to make sure that the donut-burger-bacon-egg combination didn’t break the time-space continuum, sending me back to 1996.  Sure enough, the festival is screening Hard Core Logo as part of a double feature with its brand-new sequel, Hard Core Logo II.  Too bad it’s next Tuesday, when Weedeater comes to town.  I did, however, purchase a ticket to the matinee of V2 on Saturday the 17th.  According to the festival’s website, Bruce the documentary film maker is drawn to the singer of Die Mannequin, who claims that she channels the spirit of Joe Dick.  Can’t say I’m a fan of Die Mannequin–they sound like they couldda been the house band at the Funhaus back in the day–and I don’t see Hugh Dillon or Callum Keith Rennie on the cast list, but Julian Richings is reprising his role as Bucky Haight, so it can’t be all that bad, can it?  I guess I’ll find out in a couple weeks.