Hello Destroyer *** ½ / *****
Directed by: Kevan Funk
Written by: Kevan Funk.
Starring: Jared Abrahamson (Tyson
Burr), Kurt Max Runte (Coach Dale Milbury), Ian Tracey (Coach Aaron Weller), Joe
Buffalo (Eric), Sara Canning (Wendy Davis), Ben Cotton (Bill Davis), Paul
McGillion (Ron Burr).
From
a young age, when you play hockey, you are taught the “tight way” and the
“wrong way” to play the sport. Hockey is an inherently violent game, and in
Canada, you are expected to play the game tough – physical, and yet not go so
far as to hurt your opponent. There is a fine line between a clean hit and a
dirty one – and coaches want you just on this side of that line. Hello
Destroyer is a hockey film unlike any other I have seen – it is about a play
who crosses that line, barely, and how he is essentially hung out to dry
because of it. It is mainly a quiet, introspective film – there are lots of
long, unbroken shots, observing the main character. The film is deliberately
paced – perhaps too much for its own good – but it’s still a fine debut from
writer/director Kevan Funk.
The
film starts Jared Abrahamson as Tyson Burr, a young man who has moved away from
home to play for the Prince George Warriors (I assume this is a Junior A type
league – a development league for teenagers, although the film never says what
it is). He is a rookie – who as the film begins, endures what is essentially
harmless hazing – the team holds the rookies down and shave their heads. Their
coach (Kurt Max Runte) drills into the teams head the need to be tough, the
need to dig in along the boards, not be pushed around, defend “our house” –
etc. In the intermission before the hit that will change Tyson’s life, he lays
into his team – screams at them for playing soft and the need to step up. Tyson
does, and the result is catastrophic for his opponent – who ends up lying
motionless on the ice, and will never be the same again.
Funk
does something interesting with that hit though – he kind of obscures it in the
way he films. The hockey scenes in general – all of which are in the first 30
minutes or so – are often done in close-up, as if trying to capture the chaos
on the ice from Tyson’s point-of-view. What we see of that hit is clearly that
it is a hit-from-behind – a no-no to be sure – but it doesn’t look particularly
violent, or particularly brutal. It is the type of play that happens in pretty
much every hockey game with contact – often more than once. It’s just that most
of the time, no injury is the result of the hit – and this time, there way.
Hockey commentators and fans always like to talk about integrity of the game
and the toughness of it – but as soon as something bad happens, we draw the
line, point the finger at the person who crossed it, call it “not a hockey
play” – and place the blame squarely on them, and exonerate everyone else.
Hello Destroyer doesn’t quite come out and say that’s wrong – it doesn’t excuse
Tyson’s hit, but it certainly does look at those who surround Tyson, who are so
quick to preach one thing, and then throw him under the bus the second he gets
into trouble.
Yet
the hockey scenes in Hello Destroyer are only a part of the film. Much of the
film looks at Tyson’s life outside of hockey – “suspended indefinitely” from
his team (Tyson doesn’t realize that means forever – and no one thinks enough
of him to tell him), he goes back home to his small town, with his emotionally
distant father and a nearly silent mother. He picks up shifts at the slaughter
house, and spends other times stripping an old family property before it’s to be
torn down. He doesn’t specifically say it, but hockey was his way out – his way
to not become this. Now, with that no longer an option, what other choices does
he have open to him? He’s stuck, and when he realizes that, the results aren’t
good.
Abrahamson delivers a fine
performance – one that is mostly silent. There is something specifically
Canadian about his stoicism here – the way he doesn’t want to complain, doesn’t
want to show his emotions. You’re taught that in hockey as well – you play
through the pain, you deal with it. Hockey players are the toughest athletes in
the world, we like to say, and they don’t whine.
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