And though the spectre of the recent suicides of real -
life hockey enforcers Wade Belak, Rick Rypien, and Derek Boogaard (and a remarkable, honourable NEW YORK TIMES article by John Branch about the culture of enforcers in hockey) hangs over Goon like a cloud of disquiet, the film itself is less a celebration of Doug's actions than one of finding a niche in a life and living the hell out of it.
Not exact matches
A very simple, and yet beautiful film, about the
life of Doug Glatt (William Scott), a bouncer turned
hockey enforcer.
While
living the insurance
life, Doug stumbles upon a Fight Club-esque event at a
hockey arena that pits former
enforcers against each other.
Taking its title from a Warren Zevon / Mitch Albom song, the film would chronicle the
life of Buddy, a «
hockey enforcer who strives to score just one goal in a
hockey game».
After the Big Climate
enforcers took the
hockey stick to Lennart Bengtsson in the back alley (see page 241 of my book), the poor chap retired from public
life.