It’s all about the Hanson Brothers. There’s a lot
to like in George Roy Hill’s foul-mouthed, irreverent, and playfully violent
hockey saga, but nothing in the movie clicks quite as well as the sight of
Jack, Jeff, and Steve Hanson—three longhaired brothers wearing Coke-bottle
eyeglasses that probably have higher IQ’s than the siblings—working their mojo
on the rink. Savages who win by attrition, the Hansons zoom up and down the
ice, high-sticking and punching and slashing their competitors until they’ve
left a trail of injured opponents in their wake. These bad-boy antics are at
the heart of this movie’s rebellious appeal, because even though Slap Shot has an amiable leading
character and a tidy storyline, it is above all a lowbrow jamboree of brawling,
cussing, and drinking.
Set in a fictional Rust Belt town, the story follows the
Charlestown Chiefs, a pitiful minor-league hockey team in the midst of an epic
losing streak. Player-coach Reggie Dunlop (Paul Newman) tries to rouse his
teammates for some good “old-time hockey”—straight playing without fights—but
he knows crowds only get excited for bloodbaths. Meanwhile, team manager Joe
McGrath (Strother Martin) is sending signals that the Chiefs organization might
be on the verge of folding.
Over the course of the movie, Reggie—who is
desperate to elongate his career, even though he knows it’s long past time for
him to stop playing and concentrate on coaching—pulls several underhanded
maneuvers. He unleashes the Hansons, whose violence raises the level of
game-time brutality while also stimulating attendance; he tricks a local
reporter (M. Emmet Walsh) into printing a rumor that the Chiefs might have a
new buyer; and he tries to seduce the depressed wife (Lindsay Crouse) of a
peacenik player (Michael Ontkean) in order to prod his teammate toward
violence. Reggie is a rascal in the classic Newman mold, willing to fracture a few laws in the service of a more-or-less noble goal.
Written
by first-time screenwriter Nancy Dowd, whose brother Ned played minor-league
hockey, Slap Shot is cheerfully
crude, taking cheap shots at bad parents, French-Canadians, gays, lesbians, and
other random targets; most of the jokes are funny, but even the ones that
aren’t help maintain a genial vibe of frat-house chaos. The picture also drops
more F-bombs (and other colorful expletives) than nearly any other ’70s movie.
It’s therefore quite a change of pace for the normally genteel George Roy Hill,
whose other memorable collaborations with Newman are Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) and The Sting (1973). One gets the impression both men had a blast
making Slap Shot, since Hill captures
the hockey scenes with clever moving-camera shots and Newman elevates the piece
with his contagious smiles and entertaining surliness.
While not a critical hit
and only a moderate box-office success during its original release, Slap Shot has since attained enviable
cult status, even spawning a minor franchise of inferior straight-to-video
sequels: Slap Shot 2: Breaking the Ice
was released in 2002, and Slap Shot 3:
The Junior League followed in 2008. Furthermore, a remake of the original
film is rumored to be in the works. Until then, fans can content themselves
with Hanson Brothers action figures, which hit stores in 2000.
Slap
Shot: GROOVY
Ah, one of the most enjoyable films of its day! When I was a kid back then I had friends whose parents were less than strict when it came to letting them watch R-rated movies, and SLAP SHOT was one they talked about and quoted from all the time. I didn't see it till a few years ago and I loved it - and fondly realized those friends resembled the Hanson brothers more than a little. Great review!
ReplyDeleteGreat review. It really felt like you were trying to capture the spirit of the thing.
ReplyDeleteFilmFather, I tip my cap. Well done.
ReplyDelete"Slap Shot" is a raucous classic, from the great Denis Lemieux and his French-Canadian charm, to the soundtrack (Maxine Nightingale's "Right Back Where We Started From"). Paul Newman, great as always.