![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I am impressed by the fact that even the minor characters have a backstory, and more importantly a redeeming quality. I am not really into sports, but frankly, after a while, it wasn’t so much about ice hockey as it was about human psychology. I won’t deny that at the crux of it, it is still a “underdogs trump the favourites”, but it is the way the story builds up that warmed my heart. The first half led me into thinking that this is a typical, jingoistic, sports-themed story but the second half makes up for it. But strangely I like the chaos it creates. There are enough characters in the story to give me carpal tunnel syndrome if I type them down. You have to take a side, and either of the choices makes you uneasy. That is when a violent act sends ripples through the community and leaving every soul of Beartown disoriented and shell-shocked. Think of all the clichés in storytelling – underdogs, teenage love, hero worship, a blinding frenzy for a sport the kind that makes you turn a blind eye to every evil, a community that close-knit and scattered in equal measure, poverty that drives one to succeed at all costs, adolescents who find themselves lost and come out of a disaster with a fresh sense of direction – Beartown has everything! A lot depends on the outcome of an ice hockey final, and everybody is jittery and nervous. Beartown is a small, nondescript town, populated by people who love ice hockey, and cling to it even more after realising that it is the only thing that might turn over a new leaf for the community’s economy. ![]()
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