So, D2 is one hell of a sequel. Everything about it from the big bad Post Cold war evil dooers - Iceland, the hair product, an appearance by the Great One, epic rollerblading stunts and a penalty for “roping” given to a Cowboy on ice. Right? Not to mention, how us Duckaroos had to integrate new Ducks and somehow play together. It’s perfect. There’s even a knuckle puck that introduced the world to the genius that is Keenan Thompson.
But to me, what makes the film a return watch, again and again, is the fact that the themes of not losing touch with the humble amateur spirit that Gordon has to integrate as he is presented with golden opportunities from Hendrix Hockey, the fictional sponsor of TEAM USA, makes it an enduring classic with a vital message for today’s capitalized world.
A great message.
That is absolutely antithetical to the purpose of the whole fuckin’ movie!
Do we forget it was all a commercial for Disney to buy a hockey team AND sell a logo that would allow their empire to dominate two new markets that they had yet not infiltrated, assimilated, and conquered yet:
A. The World of professional sports (NHL) to bring their family friendly brand to a sport that was the last to ban cigarette smoking in stadiums and routinely promotes recreational violence.
And B. The Big money of sports apparel.
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