Cooler in the 70s: Minor League Hockey

Slapshot is one of the unsung heroes of sport movies. Violent, witty, politically aware, and poignant. It barely has a soundtrack, its protagonists are almost devoid of morality, and in the beginning the movie looks like it’s devoid of plot and going nowhere. Yet still, in the end, you know you love the Charlestown Chiefs, and feel like a lifelong fan. Maybe it’s Paul Newman’s leather suits or the Hansen brothers’ toys that does it. Either way, I can’t believe my mum allowed me to watch this when I was 11.