Among the number of reviews I've seen of this film highlighting it's take on «
white trash», I'm not sure this would be the
kind of music they would really listen to.
Harding, assailed on all sides for being
white trash; for being the wrong vision of feminine physicality; for being an overblown tabloid tale, Gillespie still shows us, and underscores that Harding was a dedicated, talented athlete ---- her execution of the triple axel amidst competition is rightly the stuff of legend and is shown here with the right
kind of Silver Screen esprit.