Miracle

The silver medal goes to Kurt Russell's fine performance as coach Herb Brooks. Russell is willing to be unattractive in appearance and behavior to convey Brooks' famously tough and withholding style. As this movie shows, miracle is the very last word to be used to describe this team. It's better than a miracle because it's the story of a team that succeeded through heart and hard work and commitment. If it's a miracle, it's in the "God helps those who help themselves" category. This isn't an "up close and personal" saga. You're not going to get to find out all the quirky personal details of the members of the team. This is a movie for hard-core hockey fans.

The movie is less successful when it gives us the inevitable toll-on-the-family scenes, even with the magnificent Patricia Clarkson as Mrs. Brooks, explaining that just because Herb is coaching the Olympic team doesn't mean that he can shirk his responsibilities at home. And the movie's weakest point is its attempt to make the team's triumph too much of a symbol. It spends too much time trying to convey the sense of the era, with an opening credit sequence of clips showing lines at the gas station and Jimmy Carter's speech about how depressed everyone was. Yes, the Miracle on Ice was immensely satisfying at a moment when America needed some heroes. But trying to re-create that mood takes away from the genuine splendor of the team's achievement, which is more than enough on its own.