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  • "He's all of Quebec standing powerful and alive."

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    The Rocket  (2007)

    The Rocket

    • Directed by Charles Binamé, written by Ken Scott
    • Roy Dupuis – Maurice Richard
    • Julie LeBreton – Lucille Norchet Richard
    • Stephen McHattie – Dick Irvin, coach of the Montreal Canadiens
    • Ted Dillon – Clarence Campbell, commissioner of the NHL
    • Phillip Craig – Tommy Gorman, Canadiens’ manager
    • Serge Houde – Conn Smythe, manager of the Maple Leafs
    • Sean Avery – Bob “Killer” Dill, player for the NY Rangers

     

    I’ve never followed hockey or been to a game but have enjoyed every hockey film seen.  It boils down to the skating.  Cooler than any fancy figuring, seeing burly guys zip around on blades without a thought, amazingly balanced as they execute furious, tricky moves.  I’ve thought of going to games on occasion, but I’d never get such terrific camera’s eye views at actual games, I'm afraid.

    Here then is The Rocket, a film about Maurice Richard, held to be Quebec’s greatest player.  Interesting story, but not as much game time as anticipated.  It centers more on his life and troubles off the ice rather than his triumphs on it.  The film opens on the hubbub surrounding the Canadiens’ game with the Boston Bruins in March 1955.  Someone not named is in, or has caused, big trouble.  Since the movie’s about Richard, it’s not hard to guess who’s at the center of the storm—but for what?  From that opening teaser the film jumps back to Richard as a teenage machinist during the Depression, playing hockey for the postal service after work.  Even then he’s something of a stoic, reticent, keeping his head down but playing hockey with determination and intensity.

    Five years later the Canadiens take him on as a rookie, but almost from the start there’s a problem:  Richard (“The Comet”) has been injured a couple times (broken ankle and wrist).  He breaks his ankle again and is then seen as too fragile for the game.  One journalist refers to him as “a lemon that’s easily crushed.”  They make him sit out games and try to trade him to another team, but no one else will have him.  Eventually, out of desperation, coach Dick Irvin, who’d lobbied hard for Richard in the first place, gives Richard another shot.  The Comet then proves himself to be The Rocket, shining and scoring despite snide remarks from the press for his halting English and players on rival teams gunning for him physically.

    Carefully the film builds up a picture of prejudice against French Canadian players in the NHL.  Insulted in the press, unsupported by Anglo managers and refs, Richard and his fellow “Frenchies” shrug bitterly and heroically carry on, complaining only among themselves.  The Rocket proves he’ll only swallow so much.  At a game with the NY Rangers, Bob “Killer” Dill homes in on Richard, harassing him at every opportunity.  Irvin had tried to keep Richard out of the game as long as possible, as everyone knew Dill meant to take Richard out.  But after Dill bluntly attacks him, Richard throws down his stick, rips off his gloves and gives Dill a couple no-nonsense punches.  Not knowing when to quit, Dill follows him back to the Canadiens’ box and jumps him, only to be pounded further by our Gallic hero.  The harassment within the league, in the papers or on the ice doesn’t stop, however.  After another attack during a game, Richard comes back with sewn-up eyebrow to score brilliantly yet again.  As the team’s owner is congratulating him afterwards, Richard breaks into sobs.  As if bursting to say “yes you’re behind me when I win, but where is your regard when I’m being attacked?”

    The hitherto reticent Richard turns to the press to complain in print about the treatment French Canadians receive, hoping to expose what “everyone” knows to be true in the hope of changing things, to demand respect and equal treatment for his compatriots.  This is all well and good, till he attacks the league commissioner himself.  He’s forced to choose between retraction and apology or being expelled from the NHL.  And then we come to the fateful event at Boston Gardens on March 13, 1955, that opened the film.

    A Boston player strikes Richard in the head with a stick from behind (in those days players didn’t wear helmets).  The referees say nothing to the attacker.  When Richard regains his feet, he goes after the Boston player and whacks him back.  In the ensuing free-for-all, one of the refs holds Richard from behind, allowing another Bruin to punch Richard while Richard’s arms are pinned.  The ref finally lets go; Richard turns and knocks the man out with one punch.  Sacre bleu!  A player, and a Frenchie, has struck a ref!

    Campbell’s decision is to suspend Richard for the rest of the season, and from the playoffs as well.  Nothing at all is done to Richard’s attackers or the referee who held him while he was being punched.  Street rioting ensues; Campbell is physically attacked by fans.  Richard’s initial reaction is to quit hockey altogether, but in the end he begs the fans not to make any more trouble, saying he accepts his punishment and he will be back with the Canadiens in the next season.  The Canadiens go on to win, with Richard’s help, 5 more Stanley Cups.

    Of course I don’t know how bad this prejudice against French Canadians actually was, but the film seems to be using Richard’s story to protest this prejudice, rather than concentrate on Richard’s playing and why he was so good.  I’d have liked to see more of his playing and not so much of the stoic soldiering on outside of the rink.  But it’s a film worth seeing nevertheless. 


  • Tug of War

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    Mother of Mine  (2005)

    Mother of Mine  [Äideistä parhain]

    Directed by Klaus Härö; based on the novel by Heikki Hietamies

    The title and cover picture had me wondering if this was going to be some man’s soppy paean to his mama.  But no, it turned out to be a quiet yet quite affecting story about a Finnish boy, Eero Lahti, one of many Finnish children sent off to Sweden during World War II for safekeeping.  Told in retrospect from middle age, after Eero’s Swedish foster mother has died, the film’s overall theme is of finally coming to terms with painful, conflicting emotions of the past and with the well-meaning but wounding mistakes both his mothers made.

    Eero’s father is killed in the war, leaving Eero’s mother Kirsti too distraught and worried about Eero’s safety to cope.  It appears to Eero as if his mother has lost interest in him and abandoned him to strangers.  When he finally arrives at his assigned home in Sweden, his surrogate mother Signe Jönsson, obviously expecting a girl, doesn’t seem to want him either.  He doesn’t know Swedish, doesn’t understand Signe’s sharp criticisms, is understandably resentful and unhappy, despite the kindness shown him by Signe’s husband Hjalmar.  Over time this changes, especially after Eero learns about the daughter Signe and Hjalmar lost.  Eero finds out that Kirsti has fallen in love with a German, plans to return to Germany with him and wants Signe and Hjalmar to keep Eero.  What Signe doesn’t tell Eero is that Kirsti changes her mind almost immediately, realizing she could never give away her son.  Eero thinks he’s being forced to leave Signe to return to the mother who abandoned him in the first place and only wants him now because the German left her.  The truth is revealed years later when he goes back to Sweden for the funeral and finally reads Signe’s last letter to him and Kirsti.

    The film tells the story simply and effectively in a pristine, uncluttered setting—the lovely birch wood around Eero’s home in Finland and the clipped green order of the farm where the Jönssons live (even the geese are surprisingly unmessy and docile).  Straightforward, believable performances from the cast, including Topi Majaniemi (young Eero), Marjanna Maijala (Kirsti Lahti), Michael Nyqvist (Hjalmar Jönsson) and especially Maria Lundqvist (Signe Jönsson).  She is the film’s true centerpiece.

    It’s all pretty to look at while deftly poking you with the many cruelties well-intentioned, imperfect adults inflict on children.  Worst of all not being honest with them, under the misguided notion that children have to be protected from reality, that they are incapable of understanding or dealing with truth.  Along with lying to them for selfish reasons.  I was glad I had a fresh hankie on hand.

     


  • You're gonna miss who?

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    You’re Gonna Miss Me:  A Film About Roky Erickson 

    Documentary directed by Keven McAlester.

     

    13th Floor Elevators?  Roky Erickson? I thought.  Who were they?  Of course the film revealed all.  Soon as I heard the title song I remembered both it and Erickson’s distinctive voice.  I’d just never known them by name.

     

    I also hadn’t realized Erickson and his band had had such an impact in the rock world.  Impressive seeing the likes of Patti Smith, Billy Gibbons and Thurston Moore attest to the Elevators’ influence.  So the flawed goddess that was Janis Joplin learned some of her chops from Erickson?  The Elevators were the first to use the term “psychedelic” to label their music?  Wow.  Who knew.

     

    I was glad the film didn’t carry any of the sensationalizing narrative of things like Behind the Music; it’s a straightforward snapshot of the man’s situation and history.  Drugs, mental illness, horrific placement in a hospital for the criminally insane where he did not belong, dysfunctional family.  Erickson’s mother seemed stranger than Roky himself.  Sad situation that at least doesn’t end in the usual blazing tragedy.

     

    Despite learning things I hadn’t known before and recognizing that the Elevators’ and Erickson’s story is a piece of music history that shouldn’t be lost, I couldn’t stay interested and wasn’t much affected by the film.  Liked the music, however, and found the Power Puff Girls pillows on the sofa at the close of the film intriguing.

     


 

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