Red Army | Little White Lies

Red Army

12 Oct 2015 / Released: 09 Oct 2015

Words by Simran Hans

Directed by Gabe Polsky

Five men in red hockey jerseys with "CCCP" on them, standing on an ice rink.
Five men in red hockey jerseys with "CCCP" on them, standing on an ice rink.
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Anticipation.

Cannes buzz buoys expectations of this left-leaning sports doc.

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Enjoyment.

Pedagogy prevails... Painstakingly.

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In Retrospect.

A documentary about Russian ice hockey was always going to be a hard sell.

The sto­ry of how the Sovi­et Union became an ice hock­ey pow­er­house is weighed down by polit­i­cal subtext.

I’m busy,” quips Sla­va Feti­sov, defense­man, Sovi­et sport­ing leg­end and the sub­ject of Gabe Polsky’s Red Army. He stares at his phone, lost in his emails (or per­haps tak­ing a sub­tle self­ie?). Fetisov’s ungain­ly atti­tude does noth­ing to undo tired stereo­types of Russ­ian sever­i­ty, his unshowy indif­fer­ence play­ing into his vet­er­an sta­tus. Feti­sov pro­ceeds by giv­ing his inter­view­er (Pol­sky) the fin­ger. Yet, there is a mag­net­ism in his sto­ry­telling as he and his for­mer team­mates race through per­son­al mem­o­ries as play­ers in post­war Russia.

Hock­ey, the film claims, served as a demon­stra­tion of Sovi­et supe­ri­or­i­ty,” cre­at­ed by Stal­in in order to dom­i­nate the West. In detail­ing the tur­moil that the tit­u­lar Red Army’ under­went, from their trau­ma­tis­ing expe­ri­ences under coach Vic­tor Tikhonov to the exhaust­ing psy­cho­log­i­cal train­ing received from pok­er-faced chess mas­ters, Pol­sky takes great pains to human­ise the unfair, Amer­i­can image of these players.

Pol­sky relies too heav­i­ly on sub­ti­tled expo­si­tion laid over gim­micky imagery of news­pa­per clip­pings, bom­bard­ing with graph­ics and facts. None of this is helped by Christophe Beck’s score (he of Frozen fame, now a go-to com­pos­er for ice-relat­ed fea­ture films), which jock­eys the film along at an uneven pace, dra­mat­i­cal­ly under-scor­ing the film’s already-unbal­anced and hyper­ac­tive­ly edit­ed emo­tion­al beats.

Moments of pathos exist with­in Polsky’s patch­work, and it’s refresh­ing to hear the prais­es of social­ism sung. Fetisov’s part­ing words empha­sis­es the impor­tance of team­mates, of doing stuff col­lec­tive­ly” and being proud of what team you play in.” It all feels a lit­tle too on the nose. By focus­ing less on his char­ac­ters and more on a sup­posed dark side of Russ­ian hock­ey, Polsky’s film is less doc­u­men­tary than it is didacticism.

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