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When the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey Team -- twenty raw college boys -- beat the seemingly invincible, state-hardened Soviets and went on to win the gold medal at Lake Placid, New York, the event was regarded, even in palm-lined Miami and iceless Honolulu, as the most amazing feat in U.S. Olympic history. This was not David knocking off Goliath, but David blowing the entire Kremlin away. Certainly, the infectious emotion of the thing was heightened by the sorry state of our union. Elvis was dead. We were still reeling from the scandal of Watergate. The Cold War continued apace, and President Jimmy Carter, tangled in the bewilderments of recession and the Iranian hostage mess, talked openly about a national "crisis of confidence." So when an astonished Mike Eruzione slammed the winning U.S. shot into the back of the Russian net, a kind of redemption rained down from sea to shining sea.
Twenty-four years later, we find ourselves asking new, even more troubling questions about national purpose and the condition of our collective psyche. So it can't hurt, amid the current traumas, to revisit the '80 Winter Olympics for a couple of hours and bask again in a moment of unqualified glory. That's the real agenda, it seems clear, underlying Gavin O'Connor's deft, exciting Miracle, an unabashed flag-waver that does for its young hockey players what John Wayne used to do for the Marines, and lifts all of us, too, onto the boys' cloud of belief.
In the hockey team's case, the company commander was a flinty, no-nonsense coach from Minnesota named Herb Brooks, who is portrayed here with such uncanny accuracy by Kurt Russell that actual members of the 1980 team might cringe in pain all over again as Russell reenacts Brooks's ruthless drills and merciless scrimmages. For the square-jawed actor, a former minor-league baseball player who's gone 0 for 3 lately with Dark Blue, Vanilla Sky and 3000 Miles to Graceland, this has got to be a redemptive shot in its own right. For my money, it's the role Russell has long been waiting for, and it's yielded the performance of his career.
What Brooks faced back in 1979 was Mission Impossible. He had only seven months to build a team of amateurs who would be capable of mixing it up with the world's best. Immature and seething with old college rivalries, his kids were a fractious bunch, and the striking cast of unknowns whom director O'Connor (Tumbleweeds) has assembled perfectly captures their unruliness and their youthful daring. Not only that, but most of these actors can actually chase down a puck and deliver a forecheck. Patrick O'Brien Demsey, a former ad-agency intern who's terrific as Eruzione, played college hockey at Fitchburg State. Nathan West (Bring It On), who portrays Robbie McClanahan, got to the minor leagues. Michael Mantenuto was both a theater major and a hockey star at the University of Maine. Among the young principals, only Eddie Cahill (who plays Tag on Friends) has no hockey props, but he's just right as the team's famously dogged goalie, Jim Craig.
Even more important, Russell absolutely embodies Brooks's relentless will and the disturbing force of his regrets. As a player, Brooks had been cut from the 1960 U.S. team that went on to win the Olympic gold medal. Since then, the U.S.S.R. squad, a brutally efficient veteran juggernaut capable of annihilating NHL all-star teams, had taken the gold in 1964, 1968, 1972 and 1976, and Brooks was fiercely, almost unnaturally, driven to beat the Russkies at their own game.
Like The Bad News Bearsor Seabiscuit, his young Americans are hopeless long shots, but the tough, instinctual coach picks his players in just one day of tryouts, then relentlessly whips them into shape. For his part, Russell infuses all the old sports-movie verities -- hard work, teamwork, courage -- with new life. Even if most feel-good films of the genre make you gag, this one will likely raise a lump in your throat, even as director of photography Daniel Stoloff and his nimble team of camera operators reproduce the thrilling rough-and-tumble of the game.
Apparently, things weren't always so inspirational for Brooks's wife, Patty (Patricia Clarkson). Here, he so neglects her that the marriage is threatened.
On Hollywood's surprisingly short list of hockey movies, the raunchy comedy of Slapshot always puts it to the squeaky-clean uplift of The Mighty Ducks, while the pond-hockey fantasy Mystery, Alaska finishes a distant third. No more. Whether you're a hard-core puckhead or a movie-goer who's never picked up a stick, Miracleis the new champion of the rink -- a rousing, authentic charmer that goes easy on the shmaltz but never hesitates to stir up real emotion. It didn't even require the real-life postscript that adds such bittersweetness to the story, but here you go anyway: Before the real Herb Brooks could see the movie, he was killed in an automobile accident. In times of trouble, maybe we get only one happy ending.
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