Tagline: The puck stops here.
Curiosity: I loved D2 just as much as the original Ducks movie back in the day. Surely this one holds up too…?
Plot: Picking up right about where the original left off, Gordon Bombay (Emilio Estevez) leaves
And by “world,” I just mean
Thoughts: Oh. Oh wow. That’s not… that’s not how hockey works. At all. One of the things I like about The Mighty Ducks is its local scope. It could have been set anywhere, characters debate about whether or not “it’s just a game,” moral lessons are gleaned from believable actions. None of that happens in D2. It’s louder and shinier and the uniforms are a little bit cooler, but nothing makes sense. Characters use moves that would never possibly work in a real game. They do things that would totally get them penalized, like icing and hitting a guy in the chest with a hockey stick five or six times in a row. They focus on broad ethnic stereotypes, whereas the original only stereotyped inner city youths. There’s a big difference, boy-o. Also making super badass Fulton Reed (Elden Henson) a Grateful Dead fan just seems counterintuitive and/or lame as balls.
Still, the film is not without its highlights. Estevez is still pretty cool, even though it becomes clear that
Reflection #1: I know it’s ignorant, but this movie is the reason why I can’t trust Icelanders. Not completely.
Reflection #2: It’s bullshit that
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