As an Indo-Canuckette...
According to the commentary on this board, I should have hated this film, being Indo-Canadian, female, and only a marginal hockey fan. Actually, I thought it was rather fun.
Sure, it's formulaic and won't win any Oscars. But in the great pantomime tradition, it pairs well-known dramatic cliche (stern papa, earnest young son, forbidden love, and a clownish lout to blame everything on and eventually forgive), with a modern twist. And as in all good Commedia dell'arte, young love and noble intent win the day. It's a fairy-tale, people. Remember? Handsome prince wins Papa's approval and the heart of a foreign princess? Take off your jaded Film Studies spectacles and suspend disbelief for a moment.
Some things I liked on their own merit:
- We often see a protagonist attempt to bridge family heritage and the culture they were born into. But in this film, the non-Indian friends make attempts to meet them halfway. Of course, as is often the case, it starts with food. Later the girls from the Indian community make Melissa welcome, dressing her up for a wedding in traditional Indian garb, bringing her to Gurdwara and teaching her a few handy phrases. White girls often dance in Bollywood videos, so that was no surprise to see - however, the token white girl is not usually the focus, as she was in these (campy, hilarious, badly blue-screened) dream sequences. Her brother seems to have a genuine understanding of his team's conflict between turban and helmet. He later dons a headscarf for Gurdwara, seemingly with no fuss, and is treated as any guest would be. (Except nobody tried to force-feed a second plate of Lungar to anyone.)
- Mama was in no way a stereotypical shrill Punjabi mother. She was calm, clear-thinking, and let her husband and son figure out their own issues, with only a small nudge.
- Great comedic timing with one-liners, from all over the cast. And visual props: The Timbits and Timmy's coffee in the library scene ranked up there with the road-crossing beavers in "Men with Brooms".
- The little brother, who nearly stole the show. Give that kid a TV series!
- Rob Lowe in the final video after the credits. Like many, I've grown up with Rob Lowe since the earliest days of the Brat Pack, and I have no problem with his being a bona fide middle-aged man in real life or on screen, despite that Hollywood keeps insisting he play much younger characters. So to see him attempting to get down with his bad self alongside Ludacris and Camilla Belle in flimsy club-gear was like watching Sam Seaborn's dorky little self-ironic hand-jive to CJ Cregg's "The Jackal". Probably you have to be a West Wingnut to get it, but my friend and I were howling.
- Totally family-friendly, all-ages flick.
On the other hand:
- In this age of Manny Malhotra, Robin Bawa, and other hockey gods of Asian descent, I doubt that a city-level amateur team of white guys would sink to the sort of racist tripe that the Hammerheads were spewing. If they spotted a hot new player, you'd think their only question would be, "Are you signed?" But they made good traditional pantomime villains, name and all.
- Rob Lowe as Camilla Belle's older brother, supporting her through law school? Really? Why on earth did they not just make her his daughter?
- Our young hero declaring that he'd give up his entire hockey dream in order to be with the girl who inspired him to greatness in the first place? I think not!
- Surely all the Hockey Association would care about would be helmet safety, and not a religious issue with turbans. All Jenny Q. Law had to do was prove that a helmet based on the design of the old-style Punjabi military helmets was equally safe, and boom. What need for a student lawyer or a freedom-of-religion case? (That said, I don't think the chain mail would have been approved. Too easy to snag or grab.)
All in all, though, a good popcorn matinee, to kick off a long weekend.
"Stay calm. Be brave. Wait for the signs."